Nine little heads crowded at the back of the carriage, greedily watching Fang Wang Residence grow farther and farther away.
Even after the carriage turned and the residence vanished from sight, the nine still strained their eyes in vain, watching the familiar scenery gradually recede.
At last, their tears became little streams once more.
The familiar scenery finally disappeared completely, replaced by the distant road ahead and the ever-changing strangeness around them.
The Nine Small Ones burst into loud sobs.
Si Kongdou sat on the carriage shaft and paid no heed to the nine little ones' crying.
He understood them perfectly.
It was not that the little ones were emotionally fragile. It was simply human nature.
And given their young age, their reaction was entirely normal. After they experienced more of life, they would realize how childish today's crying had been.
But even Si Kongdou had not expected that after leaving Fang Wang Residence that day, he himself would never see it again either! This was the last time Ren Chun and the others would ever see Fang Wang Residence.
They left East Lake and continued onto the road.
Gradually, the scenery along the roadside began to draw the little ones' attention. Their eyes were swollen, but they looked around curiously.
After all, they were children. Their attention was easily diverted.
After crossing two mountain ranges, they crossed Three Water Bridge.
A sharp aura suddenly shot into the sky behind them, circling high above for a long time before dispersing.
Without turning his head, Si Kongdou waved and drove on.
But Ren Chun and the others were extremely sensitive. They hurriedly asked, "Grandpa, was that Big Brother?"
"Did Big Brother come to see us off?"
"Was it, Grandpa?"
The Nine Small Ones gazed at Si Kongdou with eager, anxious, yearning