After his conversation with Koji Kurama ended, Ming Jing sat alone in the courtyard, staring blankly at the moon in the sky.
To be honest, even now, he still did not feel much belonging toward the Kurama Clan. So when he heard that his "grandfather" had gone to take pills, he did not feel heartbroken at all. This feeling left Ming Jing somewhat lost. He did not know what expression he should wear when facing Koji Kurama.
"Young Master, it's late." Qing Yan had silently stood guard outside until midnight. Worried about Ming Jing's health, he came in to remind him.
"Ah, sorry." Ming Jing came back to his senses, stood up, and said with an apologetic smile, "Qing Yan, you should get some rest too!"
"Yes!" Qing Yan nodded, but did not move. Ming Jing was no longer surprised by this. He returned to his room and, too lazy to wash up, simply collapsed onto the bed. Only then did Qing Yan quietly leave and return to his own room to rest.
Yet Ming Jing could not fall asleep. In the darkness, his eyes were instead the brightest thing in the room. He was thinking about what to do next. Since Black Paste had reappeared, had Junichi Kurama and the others found the poppy back then? Only Orochimaru could probably answer that question.
That meant meeting Orochimaru was unavoidable!
Ming Jing weighed the difference in their strength and realized that even with Hisashi Kurama and the others added in, they might not be Orochimaru's match. After all, Orochimaru probably had not yet ruined his own soul at this point. As a Kage-level powerhouse, dealing with a few genin-level illusion ninjas would be effortless for him.
In other words, did he still have to rely on Nagato and Konan?
Ming