He'd Worked So Hard; He Deserved a Reward

Yu Xing paused, immediately gathering up every thought in his mind.

Some things could be sensed by certain beings just by thinking about them. Wasn't that how Mingzhu had changed?

Still, he hadn't thought too deeply about it, so Doctor should only have sensed that something was off. He shouldn't have seen the whole picture.

"Nothing. I've been here too long. If I don't get out soon, people might start to suspect something." Yu Xing said it to bring their conversation to an end.

"The terms of our deal are set. I'll help when you need me, or if there's something you want me to do, just tell me." When Doctor's face was blurred, he always seemed rather refined and well-mannered.

He bowed to Yu Xing. "I assume you wouldn't want us appearing in front of other people together. In that case, I'll be going."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure blurred into a strange mass of light and shadow. The murmuring from the image suddenly grew noisy, as if hundreds or thousands of people were whispering in Yu Xing's ear.

Fortunately, the sound lasted only an instant. Then, along with the mass of light and shadow, it disappeared into the distorted space.

The ancestral hall was quiet. Not a single candle had gone out, and the candlelight remained calm. The blessing that emanated from General Fang's memorial tablet enveloped the place as it always had.

Yu Xing took one last look at the tablet. Doctor had said there was no spirit of the general on it, nor any trace of his soul. But Yu Xing couldn't shake the feeling that, with the tablet standing there, General Fang was watching everything in the hall with a smile.

It must have been an illusion.

Or perhaps it was simply