Hope

Just as the Third Prince's thoughts churned, the Head Butler came to report that Cao Er had brought an outsider to request an audience. He did not know whether His Highness would see him.

The Third Prince dismissed the Head Butler. Before long, Cao Er led a man in a black cloak through a maze of winding corridors and into the secret chamber.

The cloak came off, revealing a slightly pale, round face. It was Marquis Anqing. In just a few days, the once ruddy, prosperous marquis had grown noticeably thinner.

As soon as he entered the chamber, Marquis Anqing fixed his gaze on Xu Yi's face. He stared at him for a long while, saying nothing.

Xu Yi said, "Wings of the Wind God, fifteen hundred Precious Medicines."

The marquis's eyes suddenly lit up.

The Wings of the Wind God were what Marquis Anqing had purchased and gifted to Xu Yi at their secret meeting amid the sea of flowers in the marquis's estate.

The fifteen hundred Precious Medicines were what Xu Yi had asked Marquis Anqing to gather for him after the battle at the Void Divine Palace.

Apart from Yan Zi, only the two of them knew about these matters. Once Xu Yi spoke of them, Marquis Anqing could confirm his identity.

"Brother!"

Marquis Anqing stumbled forward, his eyes instantly reddening.

Xu Yi reached out to catch him, and their four hands clasped tightly together.

Xu Yi waved a hand. The Third Prince, still utterly bewildered, reluctantly led Cao Er out.

Xu Yi helped Marquis Anqing sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and sighed. "It's been barely a month, yet when we meet again, it feels as if we've been reborn. Still, to survive a calamity and see each other again is a bond granted