Chen Wen glanced at Murong Qingcheng and Zhuge Qiyue, then said, "If there's nothing else, I'll head back too."
"All right, all right." Murong Qingcheng nodded repeatedly.
Murong Qingxian hesitated before saying, "The Jiang Clan's grudge against you won't fade so quickly."
"They may not make a move against you during the Battle of Ascension City, but afterward, there's no telling."
"So you'd better think about what comes next. Don't wait until you're besieged on all sides."
Chen Wen nodded. "I'll remember that."
In truth, Chen Wen had already anticipated that possibility without Murong Qingxian's warning.
And he did have a plan for it.
But everything was still in the works.
At the thought, the corner of Chen Wen's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.
"All right. I won't say anything more."
Murong Qingxian knew when to stop. He knew what to say and what to leave unsaid.
Chen Wen nodded to the two of them, then turned and headed back to his lodgings.
Just then, a man approached.
Who else could it be but Murong Tianxiao?
"Uncle."
Murong Qingcheng spoke up at once.
Murong Qingxian greeted him softly as well.
Unlike Murong Qingcheng, he was not nearly as close to Murong Tianxiao.
It was not that he had anything against Murong Tianxiao. He had simply always been more mature than others his age.
He could neither learn nor imitate Murong Qingcheng's endearing manner.
And Murong Tianxiao naturally showed more affection and care for the younger Murong Qingcheng.
Murong Tianxiao nodded and said, "Little Qingcheng, don't be too discouraged or dwell on it."
"We cultivators shouldn't see only what's right in front of us. There's a long road ahead."
"I believe you'll find an opportunity that's yours alone, even if you didn't make it into the Inner City."
Got it.
*He came