Jiang Ping did not make a fuss about this long journey. He simply told Jiang Saint, entrusted his daughter to Elder Xie's care, and announced that he was entering seclusion.
In truth, he took Chen Qingyan with him and quietly left the Imperial City.
He did not intend to show his true face on this trip. That would draw far too much attention, as practically every martial artist under heaven had seen his portrait.
Jiang Ping practiced the Changshi Fist and was adept at altering the essence of life. Without any need for a Human-Skin Mask, he easily changed his face and became a middle-aged man with stubble on his chin.
He looked weathered by the years, and even his eyes showed traces of age and experience.
Chen Qingyan also changed her appearance with ease, adding a few wrinkles around her eyes. She pinned up her long hair, looking dignified and full of mature charm.
"Mount up, my lady."
A sword on his back and dressed in plain clothes, Jiang Ping helped his wife onto the horse and took hold of the reins.
Chen Qingyan felt a little wistful as she recalled the past. When they first met, her husband had led her horse just like this.
Now, their child was old enough to marry.
Setting the past aside, she asked:
"Where are we going?"
"We'll keep each other company in the mortal world. Wherever there's a road, we'll follow it."
Jiang Ping said.
"So there's nowhere in particular you want to go?" Chen Qingyan looked at him.
"Uh... mm." Jiang Ping nodded slightly.
He spoke of going to see heaven and earth, but as for how to see them or how to truly behold them, he had few ideas.
Jiang Ping had also considered retracing the road he had