Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 389 It’s time to leave

Little did they know, in the distant and unknown future, Lin Feng had already quietly repaid Ping Zilan in his own way. Ping Zilan's current achievements were inseparable from Lin Feng's subtle help and support. However, for both Lin Feng and Ping Zilan at this moment, the future was shrouded in the mists of fate, impossible to glimpse. And Ping Zilan, facing Lin Feng, whose future would profoundly impact her, was overwhelmed with complex emotions. She felt a lump in her throat, unable to find the words to say.

At this peaceful and beautiful moment, the news of Lin Feng's awakening spread like a spring breeze, quickly spreading to every corner of the palace and even further afield. Soon after, the news reached the ears of the majestic and solemn Emperor.

The Emperor sat in the depths of the magnificent palace. His throne, crafted from precious ebony and intricately carved with dragon patterns, its armrests inlaid with dazzling gems, shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight. He wore a magnificent dragon robe, embroidered with golden thread, and the dragons on it seemed so lifelike they could soar into the air at any moment. Upon hearing the news of Lin Feng's awakening, a subtle smile of relief crossed the Emperor's awe-inspiring features. He raised his head slightly, his gaze deep and wise, and immediately summoned Lin Feng. The eunuch's voice, sharp and drawn-out, echoed through the empty palace corridors, carrying an unmistakable sense of majesty and solemnity.

After receiving the imperial edict, Lin Feng and Chen Xin'er dared not delay, quickly tidying their clothes and heading towards the palace. Lin Feng stood tall and straight, like a pine tree. Though he had just recovered from a serious injury and his face was still slightly pale, his eyes were firm and bright, revealing an indomitable spirit. Chen Xin'er followed him like a little bird, dressed in a pale pink silk dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze, like a blooming peach blossom. Her hair cascaded down her back, held together with a delicate jade hairpin. At this moment, her cheeks were slightly flushed, like the clouds on the horizon, and her eyes were filled with a longing for the future, but also with a hint of shyness and uneasiness.

The moment they entered the palace, an atmosphere of solemnity and awe permeated the space. Tall pillars were carved with mythological motifs, and precious calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls, showcasing the majesty and opulence of the imperial family. The Emperor sat high above on the Dragon Throne, looking down at Lin Feng and Chen Xin'er below.

The emperor's gaze first fell on Lin Feng, with a bit of praise and admiration in his eyes: "Lin Feng, I am very pleased to hear that you have successfully recovered. Congratulations on standing out and winning the thrilling competition with Huang Tian. What is more worth celebrating is that you are about to marry Chen Xiner as you wish. This is a great joy in life." His voice was low and loud, and every word seemed to contain a thousand pounds of power. It echoed in the palace for a long time, moving people.

Chen Xin'er stood aside. Upon hearing the Emperor's words, her face instantly flushed red with shame, like a delicate, alluring red lotus. She subconsciously lowered her head, not daring to meet the Emperor's stern gaze. But her heart was pounding like a little rabbit. She stole a glance at Lin Feng, her eyes filled with love and happiness.

Lin Feng keenly sensed Chen Xiner's shyness and uneasiness. Without hesitation, he reached out and grasped her slightly trembling hand tightly. His movements were natural and fluid, as if their hands were meant to be clasped together. He gently squeezed Chen Xiner's hand, offering her strength and comfort. Then, raising his head, he gazed firmly at the Emperor, his tone respectful and steady, "Your Majesty, I am only eighteen years old this year, and I feel my mind is not yet fully mature. As the ancients said, 'Twenty is the age of youth.' I believe that by the time I reach that age, having experienced more trials and growth, it would be more appropriate to hold a wedding, and I would be better equipped to shoulder family responsibilities." His eyes revealed a maturity and composure beyond his years, which drew admiration from the audience.

The emperor nodded slightly, a satisfied smile on his face: "It is rare that you can have such an idea. In this case, I would like to congratulate you in advance. When you hold your wedding, be sure to send someone to report to me. I will prepare a generous gift to add luster to your happy event." His tone was full of blessings to Lin Feng and Chen Xiner. It was a gift and expectation from a superior, like a ray of warm sunshine, shining on Lin Feng and Chen Xiner.

Lin Feng bowed again in gratitude. "I thank the Emperor for his great grace. Your Majesty's kindness and care are forever etched in my heart. I will do my utmost to live up to Your Majesty's expectations and trust." His demeanor was elegant and humble, yet his mind was contemplating the future. He knew that his marriage to Chen Xin'er was more than just a union of two people; it was also about the honor and mission of his family. He must strive to become stronger in order to protect the one he loved.

Time slipped by unnoticed, fleeting like a fleeting white horse. Soon, evening arrived. The atmosphere around the Imperial Palace's martial arts arena grew particularly solemn. The robots, having gone out to perform maintenance on the building, slowly returned from all directions, their steps in unison. Their metal shells gleamed with a cold sheen in the setting sun, their every movement precise and accurate, like a group of well-trained soldiers. One by one, they took their positions on the arena, quickly forming a neat square, like a steel fortress, exuding a majestic and mysterious aura.

At this moment, Li Hanhai and the others also arrived at the martial arts arena. Their figures loomed tall in the setting sun, like immortals from myth and legend. The emperor, accompanied by his ministers and attendants, stood quietly by, his expression solemn and dignified, his eyes revealing a hint of reluctance and awe. As Li Hanhai and the others appeared before him, the emperor took the lead and slowly knelt. His movements were slow and solemn, as if he were performing a sacred ritual. Those behind him followed suit, kneeling in unison like devout believers. In unison, they chanted, "Farewell, Immortal!" The sound surged like waves, reverberating around the martial arts arena for a long time, shaking everyone's heart.

Li Hanhai looked at the kneeling crowd, a complex wave of emotions welling up within him. He gently raised his hand, his voice gentle yet commanding: "Please stand, everyone. Such formalities are unnecessary. We are merely travelers from afar, and meeting you here is fate." His eyes revealed a touch of nostalgia and emotion for this land and these people. Though they came from different worlds, a special bond had been forged during their time together.