My wife remained silent as she looked at me, and I couldn't help feeling torn inside. To be honest, when we weren't together, I didn't think about it that much. I had always felt that everyone could play their proper role as long as we were all there, but now it seemed things had taken a completely different turn. One wrong step led to another, and Wanyi had become a puppet. Of course, none of us would ever have a chance to rise above our circumstances. Even if we went up there, we would only be able to stay in the courtyard and serve as advisers. Aside from fretting anxiously, there was nothing else we could do. Grandma wasn't good at dealing with these matters either, while the others had neither power nor influence. Without a proper stage, how could they display their talents?
"I'm still planning to take the passage through Purgatory. You don't need to persuade me, either. You want to push fate forward, and I want to follow my own path. You can't have both fish and bear's paw—you should know that." I made my decision then and there, then looked at Zhao Qian. "Qian, go up with Great-Grandaunt and the others first, then come back and meet me. If that's inconvenient or you can't find me, just go join Grandma and Wanyi instead. Wherever you go, I'll feel more at ease."
"What? Hey, kid, you might not know this, but the Upper Realm is practically boundless. How do you know the spatial rift there can bring you to where we are? What a joke. Are you really going to go this far for that bunch of ghosts, or whatever it is? And how do you even know where we are?" the black-clad man said angrily.
"That's