Departure

" Ning... Zhuo?" Qing Chi rolled the two words around in her mouth, her gaze fixed tightly on Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo sighed and slowly walked up to her.

The Ghost Race girl, who had remained tense and guarded, followed the strange yet powerful emotions in her heart as Ning Zhuo approached and voluntarily lowered the wooden stick in her hand.

Ning Zhuo extended his hand, gently took hold of Qing Chi, and pulled her away from the corner.

Ning Zhuo led Qing Chi to sit beside the bed, then beckoned the others to find seats as well.

Qing Chi stared blankly at Ning Zhuo without saying a word.

Turning to Qing Chi, Ning Zhuo said apologetically, "I know you have many questions. It's all right. I'll tell you everything."

He began from the start, recounting how he had stumbled upon the battlefield in the river, happened to impersonate Jiao Ma, and was then misunderstood by Qing Yan.

Then he entered the White Paper City Lord and, through his exchanges with her, discovered that he might be the savior.

After that, carrying out his mother's arrangements and following the will of heaven, Ning Zhuo gathered the strength needed to ruin the River of Forgetfulness Prefect's century-long scheme.

In the end, he risked everything, passed through life-and-death crises time and again, and narrowly won!

After hearing this account, astonishment, grief, reverence, and melancholy swirled through everyone's hearts. Countless emotions rose within them, yet they all sat there in a daze, speechless.

Qing Chi shook her head. "I don't remember anything. But... I feel that what you said is right."

Her eyes were already red, tears streaming down her face.

The Ghost Race girl pressed one hand to her chest. "When I heard that Jiao Ma had died, my heart immediately twisted