Chapter 588 - 356:

In the end, Zhao Ya really didn’t let Qin Jianji tie up Wu Bao’Er.

Because she still carries a poison that only she can cure.

Plus, with North Canglong already defeated, as long as she’s not a fool, she should understand what to do.

Zhao Ya hurriedly rushed to the Library and then saw Guan Xuejiang and Guo Luming.

Upon seeing them, Zhao Ya’s heart inevitably sank.

Because not only did the two not show the slightest hint of fatigue, they were actually full of energy, faces glowing with health.

But the more it was like this, the more unfavorable the situation was.

This clearly was a sign of life force being overly depleted.

"Ya, you arrived just in time, come, join us for a few drinks."

Indeed.

At this critical moment, beset with storms, Guan Xuejiang and Guo Luming were actually hiding in this small room on the top floor of the Library, drinking.

And on the floor were several jars, indicating they had been drinking for a while.

But Zhao Ya didn’t hesitate for a moment, nodded and said, "Alright!"

Speaking as he walked straight over, picked up a jar of wine and opened its seal.

The rich aroma of wine spread out, and Zhao Ya drank a big mouthful without even using a cup, satisfiedly letting out a long belch afterwards.

"Good wine!"

Guan Xuejiang couldn’t help but laugh heartily upon seeing this.

"Of course it’s good wine, this is the vintage our senior brother has cherished for over twenty years, couldn’t bear to take it out despite my many requests, but finally brought it out this time."

Guo Luming smiled and cursed when he heard this, "Alright, even drinking can’t stop your mouth, and without me stopping you, this bit of wine would’ve been gone long ago, couldn’t have waited till now!"

The two brothers, whose ages added up to two hundred, began joking and bickering.

Zhao Ya quietly watched from the side, occasionally holding up a jar, sipping along with them.

No dishes at all.

Because for such a rare vintage, any dish would only interfere with the pure aroma of the wine.

They drank like this, talking about everything under the sun, indulging in past stories and present matters, full of joy.

However, Zhao Ya was quiet throughout, and occasionally, when looking at Guan Xuejiang, a trace of sadness would flicker in his eyes.

But he hid this expression well, more often laughing along with them.

As night deepened.

The floor was already crowded with wine jars.

But Guan Xuejiang and Guo Luming only got more cheerful with drinking.

Especially Guan Xuejiang, whose eyes shone like stars in the sky.

Jar after jar of fine wine poured down his throat like water, causing a blush to gradually appear on his face as well.

Yet as the alcohol took effect, Guan Xuejiang’s speech became even clearer.

The sorrow in Zhao Ya’s heart was almost beyond control, so he could only hide it by lowering his head to drink.

At this moment, Guan Xuejiang, staggering, stood up and walked to the window.

Looking at the Cliff Dragon Painting in the distance, he lifted the jar and drank heartily, then laughed and said.

"Senior brother, do you remember us practicing martial arts in front of the Azure Dragon Map back then?"

"How could I not. That was fifty or sixty years ago." Guo Luming smiled.

"Indeed, time really flies, in a blink of an eye, it’s decades of light and shadow!" Guan Xuejiang sighed, and then smiled at Zhao Ya.

"Ya, stop frowning, now that the Azure Dragon Temple’s great threat has been removed, it’s something to celebrate, so cheer up."

Zhao Ya nodded, "Hmm."

Guan Xuejiang was clearly in high spirits, leaning on the windowsill and exuberantly recounting to Zhao Ya the interesting stories of when he and Guo Luming practiced martial arts in their youth.

From time to time, Guo Luming would offer a rebuttal.

The two argued heatedly, just like two childish kids.

Zhao Ya quietly watched from behind, a sudden envy arising in his heart.

They had been together since childhood, weathering storms over the decades, and even now could still keep each other company.

How lucky that is.

Thinking this, Zhao Ya couldn’t help but sigh.

His lifespan has already spanned thousands of years and will continue to increase.

This doomed him to experience countless farewells.

That’s the curse of longevity, perhaps.

At this moment, Zhao Ya suddenly felt something, lifted his gaze to look into a dark place.

Guan Xuejiang and Guo Luming, who were just having a heated conversation, also stopped talking, looking towards the distance together.

"It’s Wanghai Tower!" Guan Xuejiang said faintly.

"It’s Jiang Shengwu’s men." Guo Luming also said.

Zhao Ya’s expression turned serious, and he said sternly, "Elders, I’ll go."

Guan Xuejiang nodded, "You must go, after all, I need to see with my own eyes that you have the ability to eliminate the enemy before I can rest assured."

Guo Luming added, "Go, and be careful."

Zhao Ya nodded, and with one leap disappeared into the darkness outside the Library.

Looking in the direction he left, Guan Xuejiang took another big gulp of wine, then said with great comfort.

"To be honest, heaven didn’t treat us poorly."

Guo Luming nodded, "Indeed, it seems our roots in Azure Dragon Temple are not yet severed, and revival is hoped for."

"Sometimes, I think this might be the ancestor’s spirit in the heavens protecting us, otherwise how could it be so coincidental, that just when our Azure Dragon Temple was on the brink of life and death, Ya came." Guan Xuejiang said.

Guo Luming smiled, "Speaking of which, we have to thank that Outer Disciple Lu Dingtai who left over twenty years ago. If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have such an exceptional disciple."