A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1402 A Terrified Lv Hua

Qiu Mu-Cheng looked into the God of War's eyes with her teary ones. "You must be someone important in the Chinese martial arts circle. I just want to know one thing. Is Ye Fan truly dead? Please tell me the truth. Is he dead or alive?"

Her voice was filled with desperation, fear and sorrow.

In the face of Qiu Mu-Cheng's questions, Ye Qing-Tian fell silent.

This was a man who stood at the pinnacle of power. Yet, for the very first time, a woman's questions had put him at a loss, and it showed on his face.

After a long moment, the God of War shook his head and sighed heavily.

"Miss Qiu, we've done our best but we didn't manage to find Ye Fan's remains. I would very much like to believe that he's simply lost contact with us and that he'll return to us in the near future. But I don't want to lie to you. Based on the evidence that we have, we can only conclude that Ye Fan is dead."

"So, it's only a deduction then? Does that mean that there's the slightest possibility that he might still be alive? There's a chance that he's not dead, isn't there? He could still be alive, right?" Qiu Mu-Cheng asked desperately. The calm and levelheaded young lady of the past had lost her composure completely and was on the verge of madness.

She wouldn't stop repeating herself as tears streamed unceasingly and uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Ye Qing-Tian had no idea what he should say. After a long moment of silence, he finally turned away from Qiu Mu-Cheng and said slowly, in a low and heavy voice. "Miss Qiu, I will not give you hope where there is none. Despair may hurt, but nothing is more agonizing than hoping and waiting for something that will never arrive."

Guilt and regret churned in his gut.

If he had not extended asked Ye Fan to go on this mission, none of this would have happened.

To a certain extent, he had been the one who had destroyed a happy and blissful family.

Perhaps the remorse was too much to bear. Ye Qing-Tian did not remain long and left shortly.

Before his departure, he said something to Qiu Mu-Cheng.

"I treat Ye Fan as a friend. If you get into any trouble in the future, seek me out in Yanjing. I will do all I can to help."

Ye Qing-Tian left Jiangdong but he did not head back to Yanjing.

Instead, he leapt into the heavens, crossed the region of South Tibet and entered a foreign country.

No one knew why the God of War had embarked on this particular journey.

Meanwhile, Lv Hua had been brought back to the Lv family in Jiangbei and given

medical attention. He came to shortly.

He had no time to rest at all. Instead, he leaped out of bed, raced through the house and then fell upon his knees, right before the old master of the Lv family, Lv Song-Liang.

"Grandfather, I've gotten myself into trouble. Please, please save me. Grandfather, you have to save your grandson!" wept Lv Hua fearfully.

"Why are you crying? You're a man and men of the Lv family do not cry. This isn't the behavior a man of the Lv family should display! Get up and tell me what's wrong. Don't worry. It doesn't matter how much trouble you got yourself into, your grandfather will handle it for you. I've not come across anything or anyone in China that I've not been able to deal with."

Seated upon a raised platform was a sprightly old man with snowy white hair and a youthful face.

One could hardly tell from his appearance that he was nearing the age of eighty.

The old man appeared calm in the face of his grandson's terrified weeping.

He carried himself with confidence and arrogance.

As a grandmaster who held a position in the grandmaster ranking, he did have a right to his arrogance.

The power that he wielded and the respect that he commanded meant that there were few problems in China that he could not resolve.

His grandson could have committed a murder, but as long as Lv Song-Liang wanted to save his grandson from the consequences of murdering someone, he could.

That had been why the battle-hardened and wise old man had continued sipping his tea calmly in spite of how terrified Lv Hua seemed.

"Grandfather, it's the God of War. The God of War wants me to turn myself in to the martial arts court. He wants me dead.

Grandfather, I don't want to die. I don't want to turn myself in to the martial arts court. Please, grandfather, you have to save me!"

The old man trembled and spat out the tea that he had drunk.

"What...what did you just say? Did you just say that you offended the God of War, Ye

Qing-Tian?"

Lv Song-Liang's former composure fled him as he stared at Lv Hua with eyes as wide as saucers. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost.

"You rascal! Of all the people to offend, why did you offend the God of War? Are you trying to get your whole family killed? I'm going to kill you myself!"

Lv Song-Liang was livid. With a single kick, he sent Lv Hua flying through the doorway.

This was the God of War they were talking about.

He was the guardian of the Chinese martial arts circle, the leader of the six pillars of the nation and the most powerful martial artist in Asia.

Everyone in the Chinese martial arts circle revered him as their lord and master.

He was the one who had set down the laws and rules that governed the martial arts circle.

Even Lv Song-Liang had to show the God of War respect and kowtow to him.

Yet his rascal of a grandson had somehow foolishly incurred the wrath of the God of War.

That hadn't just been plain suicide. He had just sentenced his entire family clan to death.

If the God of War willed it, he could have the Lv family rid from this earth. All it took was a single order.

"How dare you come pleading me for help? Get out of my sight! Get out of the Lv family! How dare you offend the God of

War! You're going to die for it!" cursed Lv Song-Liang as he trembled with rage.

"Grandfather, I was wrong! I'm so sorry! I really am!"

In the face of Lv Song-Liang's fury, Lv Hua dared not attempt say anything to defend himself. Instead, he admitted his erroneous ways and wouldn't stop groveling. Falling to his knees next to Lv Hua, Lv Hua's father began to plead on behalf of his son.

"Father, you can't not do anything. He's your grandson and a descendant of the Lv family. He's our family's hope. If he dies, it'll be the end of the Lv family."

After a long moment, the fury churning inside Lv Song-Liang finally died down. He gradually regained his composure.

"You rascal! Come over here and tell me exactly what you did. How did you manage to incur the wrath of the God of War?"

No matter how mad Lv Song-Liang was, he couldn't just give up on his own grandson.

Lv Hua's father was right. Lv Hua was the Lv family's only hope of rising to glory in the future.

He was more gifted than Lv Song-Liang could ever be.

Lv Hua obeyed his grandfather and told him exactly what had happened.

"So, it's all because of this Ye Fan."

Lv Song-Liang's worry subsided significantly when he realized the root of Lv Hua's predicament.

"Grandfather, is there still hope for me?" wailed Lv Hua.

"This isn't exactly a serious matter but it's not to be taken lightly as well. I've heard of Ye Fan. He's the youngest man in Chinese to be made a supreme grandmaster. But it doesn't matter how powerful a martia artist he was. He's dead, after all. Besides, he was relatively new to the martial arts circle and, as you mentioned, offended quite a few people while he'd been alive. You were simply unlucky. Otherwise, no one would have bothered with something that concerns a dead man.”