Every memory Jiang Wang had of Uncle Deng was tied to Zhao Rucheng.
This elder had never possessed much of a presence, but whenever he carefully sorted through his memories, he could always catch a glimpse of that figure.
The one who came to urge Rucheng home whenever they drank too late.
The one who always silently paid the bill.
The one who always watched them with gentle eyes...
Back then, he had not even known Uncle Deng's full name. He had simply called him that alongside Rucheng.
He was Rucheng's steward, and also Rucheng's family.
Of course, he later learned that Uncle Deng was in fact an expert. He was Deng Yue, known as "One Finger Breaks the River," a powerful man who had taken Rucheng and escaped the pursuit of the Qin Kingdom's Prison Suppression Bureau.
How precious, then, was the patience such a powerful man had shown those boys.
Who could ever forget those days in Maple Forest City?
Rucheng had said that Uncle Deng later became a Five-Horse Traveler on the grasslands, driving several horses laden with goods every day, selling them here and there as he drifted through the world.
For someone who had spent half his life adrift, that truly was an ideal life.
Jiang Wang had not considered disturbing him.
He had only thought that, when he met Rucheng again someday, they could all gather together. This time, Rucheng had entered Erdemi to cultivate, so he could only let it go with regret.
He had never imagined that he would meet Uncle Deng again today, under such circumstances.
No!
"Uncle Deng" stepped out of the dense fog. Those indifferent, emotionless eyes met Jiang Wang's, and in an instant, he raised a finger.
Crack crack crack... crack!
The space of the Border Wasteland was