"This old man has cultivated all his life. How could I borrow another's arm? If this arm is severed, then severed it is."
Chen Ping'an carefully chewed over the meaning in Gu Qingchan's words.
"The Queen means the Ancestor has no intention of reattaching a severed arm?" Chen Ping'an asked.
Gu Qingchan rolled her eyes at Chen Ping'an, whether because of the way he addressed her or because of his actions, but the charm in that instant was truly difficult to describe.
"That is indeed so."
Previously, at Northern Mountain Pass, Chen Ping'an had given Gu Qingchan two items and asked her to pass them on for Gu Tianren to handle.
One was a Longevity Pill, and the other was the severed arm of a great cultivator.
His original intention had been for Gu Tianren to restore his life force with the Longevity Pill and recover his former battle strength with the severed arm.
Unexpectedly, Gu Tianren had accepted the Longevity Pill, but had cast the severed arm aside and not used it. In those few sparse words was contained the proud backbone of a swordsman, and an endless bearing on the road of seeking the Dao.
"Though the Ancestor will not use the severed arm, when he spoke of the kindness in this matter, he did remember it," Gu Qingchan added.
"The Ancestor once asked This Palace where these two items came from."
"Did the Queen answer truthfully?"
Gu Qingchan glanced at him, her gaze rippling. "Naturally not. This matter concerns your secrets, and with words agreed upon beforehand, I naturally could not let it leak out lightly."
Though he had long known what Gu Qingchan's choice would be, hearing it now still made Chen Ping'an feel a warmth.
In this world, there were ultimately still people who could