Chapter 126 – Echoes (II)

Chapter 126

Echoes (II)

“Pfft,” somebody snorted almost as soon as I stopped talking.

I glanced over and saw a young, inconspicuous-looking woman shift her head sideways, though the jumping shoulders still betrayed her. A quick overview of their robes revealed, luckily, that they didn’t all belong to the same power–rather, there were precisely four present, split evenly with two each.

The man who spoke up, naturally, was one of those who wore the same robes as the dead body. The other six (besides the one he was with)? I couldn’t really recognize.

“H-how dare you?! You deserve to be put to death–“

“–oh, would you calm down, old fart?” It wasn’t me this time, though it did sound like something I’d say. Rather, it was one of the guys from the other powers–a middle-aged-seeming fellow with long, black hair and a rather handsome face. His eyebrows were pressed together too, it seems, in an attempt not to laugh. “If you hadn’t come out with accusations, our friend here wouldn’t have had to repel you. Was he a bit… unorthodox? Perhaps. But to live is to forgive.”

“Forgive? Hah! Fancy lecture from a bastard who hunted down the man his wife entertained across twenty thousand miles!”

“Huh?! How dare you?! You deserve to be put to death, you old fart!” Hey…

“Not again, you two. Stop embarrassing yourselves in front of so many children…”

“What are you yapping about, halfwit? The only embarrassing thing here is that robe you’re wearing! A grown man flaunting a shaved chest! Bah!”

“Huh?! How dare you?! You deserve to be put to death, you old bastards!!”

… okay.

What the hell?

What are you people doing? Is this a play? Are you a theater troupe and you’re putting on a show? Because, I gotta say… I’m freakin’ loving it! They continued to shout and scream at each other while the remaining two who hadn’t yet participated walked up to me. It was the first young girl who nearly laughed and an older man who merely nodded toward me before crouching next to the body.

“It’s the Hollowers.” His words stopped the fight happening in the background almost immediately as they all seemed to come to their senses, speeding over.

“Are you certain?”

“Yes. The same wound, the same remnant Qi. Unless our friends here have un-Demonized themselves, something that nobody has managed to do since the dawn of Heavens, they were falsely accused, I’m afraid.”

“… apologies,” the guy actually apologized–and bowed, at that! Wait, that doesn’t track; shouldn’t you be humiliated even more now that your face has been slapped and hold a deep grudge against me and send assassins after me? “We have been on the edge the past few days, and I took it out on you.”

“No, no, it’s understandable; I apologize, too. My words were overly harsh when you were just worried about your… disciple, I presume?”

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“Yes,” the old man sighed, walking over to the body and crouching down, his expression contorting into one of pain. “Ping’er. He was also my grandson.”

“… I am very sorry for your loss.” I said. This entire affair is rather odd; from the looks of it, they all belonged to quite important sects, and they must have realized by now that we are not particularly strong, ergo we are not all that important.

“New friend, would you mind telling us how you came upon the body?” the guy who never fought asked. He had rather colorful eyes, as they seemed to dance between five or six colors depending on how light hit them, and he wore deeply twilight robes with strange markings etched across.