Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1134 - 338: [Don’t Come Again]_2

Suddenly, a shiver ran down Chen Yan's spine, prompting him to scramble out of his sleeping bag with haste.

Conversations drifted from the main hall!

Along with the distinct sound of metal clashing – not the clang of weapons, but a familiar resonance that Chen Yan recognized.

Drawn by the noise, he traced its origin to the area behind the rows of stone cabinets within the hall.

Intertwined with the metallic sounds were the hushed tones of two individuals engaged in a private discussion.

"So, you gave me your word you'd release me. You won't go back on it this time, will you?"

"Kindness is often mistaken for ingratitude. I am, in fact, preserving your life."

"Being confined here is far worse than a swift demise."

"You'd consider yourself fortunate if it were a swift end. Do you even comprehend the agonizing fate of the previous captured fated one?"

Chen Yan, guided by the voices, managed to discern the identities of the two speakers. One was the eccentric old man, and the other, a woman with a cool, collected voice.

The old man's vocalizations carried an undertone of displeasure and grievance, as if lamenting an unspecified matter. In contrast, the woman's tone, though frigid, held a subtle undercurrent of solace and resignation.

Chen Yan's eyelid twitched involuntarily!

Besides himself and the peculiar old man, another person had entered the premises!

His advancing footsteps, however, did not go unnoticed by those engaged in conversation.

The dialogue ceased abruptly.

Chen Yan quickened his stride, and as he rounded a cluster of stone cabinets ahead, he finally laid eyes on the pair standing behind them.

The eccentric old man's back was to him, but from his silhouette and attire, Chen Yan identified him instantly.

The woman was positioned sideways to Chen Yan's vantage point.

What truly captured Chen Yan's attention, however, were the actions of the woman's hands.

He now comprehended the source of the persistent metallic clinking.

A small stove had been set up in the open space behind the stone cabinets.

Resting upon the stove was a circular iron pot – the most commonplace vessel used for stir-frying.

The woman stood before this pot, a spatula in hand, diligently stirring its contents.

While stirring, she held a cigarette in her other hand, occasionally bringing it to her lips for a puff.

She appeared to be of medium height, with a somewhat slender build, and her hair, though not excessively long, was a deep, jet black. Furthermore, her age seemed to fall within the range of thirty to fifty years – a vague estimation, as while her skin and complexion suggested youthfulness, her eyes and overall demeanor hinted at a far greater depth of experience.

Her facial features were undeniably striking, yet an imposing, unapproachable aura emanated from her gaze, discouraging any lingering scrutiny of her appearance.

Chen Yan emerged from behind the stone cabinets, revealing himself to both individuals. The woman lifted her eyelids, casting a glance at him. Without a flicker of surprise, she curved her lips into a faint smile. Her previously icy eyes immediately brimmed with amusement as she inclined her head towards Chen Yan, inquiring, "Awake?"

Chen Yan stood there, taken aback.

The eccentric old man turned towards Chen Yan, about to speak, but the woman interjected, gently tapping his shoulder with her cigarette-wielding hand. "That's enough, you may leave now. I need to discuss some matters with him. It's a family affair; your presence is unnecessary."

The phrase "family affair" struck Chen Yan, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably!

The woman, meanwhile, gazed at the eccentric old man with an air of unyielding patience.

The old man pursed his lips, looking at the woman with a resigned expression. "A promise is a promise. Do not break your word."

"Understood. Now, be off," the woman replied, rolling her eyes.

The old man departed swiftly, moving to the side and entering through a nearby door.

After observing the eccentric old man's departure, the woman turned back, her face illuminated by a brilliant smile as she regarded Chen Yan with affectionate warmth.

Chen Yan remained frozen in place, his entire body quivering!

What felt like several seconds passed before his own trembling voice finally broke the silence, asking, "Is it... you? Grandmother?"

The woman let out a soft chuckle, casually stubbed out her cigarette, and began to walk towards Chen Yan.

She stopped directly in front of him, narrowing her eyes as she took in his appearance. Then, she nodded, remarking, "You've grown a bit. You're taller now."

"Is it truly you? Are you really here?" Chen Yan's eyes began to well up.

The woman sighed, then offered a gentle smile. "Ah, I almost forgot. You likely haven't seen me in this guise before. Allow me to change into someone you'll recognize."

As she spoke, her form seemed to subtly shift and ripple, transforming into the image of a short, frail elderly woman clad in simple, country-style attire.

Upon beholding the face he had known intimately since childhood, Chen Yan finally let out a choked sob. He dropped to his knees with a thud, crying out, "Ah!" as he clung to the old woman's waist, tears and snot streaming down his face and soiling her clothing.

The old woman, her eyes slightly narrowed, looked down at her grandson clinging to her. Her gaze was deep, filled with a profound sense of heartache and compassion.

Finally, after witnessing Chen Yan's emotional outpouring for a solid two minutes, the old woman gently patted his head and smiled. "Good boy, get up now. I've made stir-fried pork with green soybeans; it's time to take it off the stove."

Chen Yan’s grip on her waist intensified, refusing to release his hold: "I refuse to eat! Green Soybean Stir-fried Pork is not what I desire! My sole wish is to embrace you! Grandmother! Oh, Grandmother! You are truly heartless!!"

A sigh, tinged with longing, escaped the old woman.

Chen Yan lifted his head, his gaze fixed upon her: "I genuinely believed you had passed! You cruelly deceived me before your supposed death! You sent me away!! I was never granted the chance to bid you farewell one final time!"