Light Fortress Chapter 2058 - 81: That Day Has Already Come (Part 2)

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Gu Nanfeng was awakened by the sunlight; at this moment, he was sitting atop the high tower of the Tundra Prison, and Mr. Xue was silently guarding him.

It had been a long time since he last "slept."

Just last night, he had a chilling dream, feeling as if he were falling into an ice cellar.

After opening his eyes.

The first thing Gu Nanfeng did was to look toward the "Sky Sheath Core Area." Last night, he escorted Bai Xiu and Tomb Ghost into the [Snow Cage], then quietly waited atop the high tower. The Sky Sheath Core Area was covered in endless mist, and no one knew what had happened... This mist lasted the entire night and has yet to dissipate.

"What happened last night?"

Gu Nanfeng wrapped the Wuyin Cloak gifted by Mr. Rust Bone around himself, his face weary.

"Family Master, last night there was a powerful storm, strong lightning, and heavy rain,"

Mr. Xue softly said, "Aside from that, nothing unusual."

"Is that so?"

Hearing Mr. Xue’s answer, Gu Nanfeng felt slightly relieved; he was worried he might have missed something... He thought he was probably just too tired.

The tundra was very cold, which was probably the reason for his nightmare last night.

"Are Bai Xiu and Tomb Ghost still in the ’Core Area’?"

Gu Nanfeng stood up, feeling sore all over; it had been a long time since he felt this way.

More importantly...

The lingering chill from that nightmare still hadn’t dissipated.

He felt a bone-chilling cold swirling in his Heart Lake, which he couldn’t dispel even by operating the Breathing Method.

"Yes." Mr. Xue’s voice was interrupted by the sharp whine of the communication device.

"Hold on..."

Gu Nanfeng cast an apologetic glance. He answered the communication device.

The communicator only delivered simple and fragmented words.

Gu Nanfeng’s figure suddenly turned into a sculpture.

The man standing on the high tower silently watched the mist in the Core Area.

In this silence, Mr. Xue felt "uneasy."

For more than ten years, since Gu Nanfeng became the Young Master, he had never lost his composure.

"Crack..."

And just after the communication ended.

The communicator in Gu Nanfeng’s hand was squeezed until it cracked, and the next moment it simply exploded.

"Bang!"

Gu Nanfeng silently lowered the hand tightly gripping the communicator.

The cold wind on the tower rose.

The ground was littered with fragmented electronic components.

"I’m... going back to Changye."

Gu Nanfeng’s voice was very hoarse; he felt that the real world at this moment was even colder than last night’s nightmare.

"You’re... not waiting?"

Mr. Xue was a little surprised.

Escorting Bai Xiu and Tomb Ghost was an extremely important task.

As the warden of the Tundra Prison, he naturally knew Gu Nanfeng’s arrangements.

If all went well tonight.

Then soon, the final assault on the Source Tower would begin! Such an important moment, what had happened in Changye to make the Family Head rush back?

Gu Nanfeng’s face was pale, his steps slightly staggering as he left the tower.

Mr. Xue’s words contained a single word that hit him.

"I... won’t wait."

Gu Nanfeng shook his head, then, with a voice only he could hear, muttered to himself: "This time, truly not waiting."

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The once quiet ancestral hall of the Gu Family had not seen so many visitors in a long time.

The scorching sun hung high, hot wind blowing.

People gathered like seas, silently like emptiness.

Although many people had come, it wasn’t in the least "lively."

Removing the Wuyin Cloak, replacing it with a black mourning suit, Gu Nanfeng stood silently by the lake, and behind him were the Night Watchmen of the Gu Family left in Changye, and beside him was the weathered Elder Zhou Wei.

"... My condolences."

Gu Nanfeng stood silently; he and Elder Zhou remained silent for a long time, but ultimately, he broke the silence.

"..."

Zhou Wei said nothing, silently shaking his head.

How could it be Gu Nanfeng who should be offering him condolences?

This young fellow, all his life, had been so kind.

Even in losing the most important person, he didn’t forget to offer his condolences to others.

"I should have come a little earlier."

Zhou Wei looked at the lake before him, opening his mouth with endless regret and longing.

His voice was slow, and while speaking, he unexpectedly laughed: "We had agreed to go fishing together, watching old films from sixty years ago, but two guys together, who would truly watch the film? I hid a lot of embarrassing photos of him; if I had come earlier, I could have used the photos of him nearly getting blown up by a shell to tease him good..."

"Then he’d have been hopping mad."

Gu Nanfeng lowered his eyelids, gently said: "The battle of the southern ladder fortress was an embarrassment he never wished to mention in his life."

That war nearly claimed Gu Qilin’s life.

"I met him at fourteen, brimming with youthful vigor, pitted against each other, half a lifetime as enemies."

Zhou Wei murmured from his wheelchair: "I never would have thought in my entire life that the man I’d known all those years would become my friend in the decades that followed..."

The young Gu Qilin was domineering, brutal, and tyrannical!

As the leader of the Security Committee at that time, what he couldn’t stand most was this troublemaker who broke all the rules everywhere!

The era was tumultuous, North Continent’s royal power shifting, East Continent getting involved, the five major families couldn’t escape...

Among those people of that era, Gu Qilin was the only one who survived to this moment.

Facts proved.

Gu Qilin’s way of doing things was right; in troubled times, only people like him could survive to the end and laugh at the end.

And those who survive to the end... naturally become friends.

Zhou Wei let out a playful laugh, his fingers deeply digging into his palm.

He looked up, his voice hoarse with laughter: "I couldn’t have imagined that this old guy’s death would make me so sad... Damn him... How nice to have lived a few more days? It wouldn’t have been too late to leave after I had my fun teasing him, or wait a little longer, we might have gone on our way together, and maybe kept being friends down there."

Gu Nanfeng couldn’t bear to listen any longer.

He took a deep breath, wanting to leave.

"Wait, Nanfeng!"

Zhou Wei suddenly called his name: "That day... is almost here, right?"

Gu Nanfeng’s body stiffened.

He turned back with a complex look, regarding the old man in the wheelchair.

Of course, he knew what Zhou Wei meant by "that day."

Zhou Wei and Gu Qilin were life-and-death friends, true companions.

Their positions, ideologies, were basically the same; they both looked forward to the final battle where the three continents’ alliance would launch a total assault on the Source Tower!

Bam bam bam!

Zhou Wei laughed, turning his wheelchair, facing Gu Nanfeng, he puffed out his chest, then extended his hand, clenched it into a fist, and struck his chest vigorously, an utterly childish gesture like a young man in his early twenties showing off his strength.

"Look, my body is almost good enough! You should understand what I mean, right? Look, I can go back to the battlefield!"

Gu Nanfeng felt a pang at the tip of his nose.

He shook his head, turned, and transmitted a voice to Du Wei not far away: "Mr. Du Wei... please take Elder Zhou away, let him have a good rest."

Eyes fixed on Zhou Wei, Du Wei sighed at this moment.

He quickly came to Zhou Wei’s back, pushing the wheelchair, ready to step away.

"Du Wei, I don’t need you!"

Zhou Wei scolded with a frown, and Du Wei had to retreat helplessly.

So, Zhou Wei pushed the wheelchair, laboriously making a large circle, and returned to Gu Nanfeng once more.

This time, he no longer puffed out his chest nor pretended to be bold and spirited.

He was already old.

Being old is being old; even the most talented must accept aging...

"Nanfeng... in our lifetime, we all have to live for some obsessions."

Zhou Wei forced out a smile again.

"If I could choose my own end, I’d hope to die in battle, not falling in the cold night before dawn, that kind of end is too cold. Gu Qilin... that old fool, always mocked me for being a deserter... but now he’s the one who’s the deserter."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Gu Nanfeng couldn’t bear nor dared to look Zhou Wei in the eyes again.

He wanted to escape, to leave this place of sorrow.

But at that moment, in the Spirit Sea, news from the [Snow Cage] he’d waited all night for arrived.

So Gu Nanfeng took a deep breath.

He made a big decision, then slowly squatted down, meeting Zhou Wei’s gaze.

"If you... truly are ready, then please come with me."

Zhou Wei was taken aback.

Then, Gu Nanfeng’s words made the blood boiling in his chest hot and fervent.

"Because that day, has arrived."