People in this world came in a hundred thousand different kinds.
Some could pick things up and let them go; some could not pick them up, yet could still let them go.
Uncle Mingguang was the latter sort.
In short, he would sometimes have a sudden whim to do something and put in some effort. But once it yielded no results, he would immediately give up.
Naturally, Jiang Wang's feelings followed Chongxuan Sheng's lead, and over time he had come to find Uncle Mingguang very agreeable. Without Uncle Mingguang, could Desheng Trading Firm have grown so quickly?
In Chongxuan Sheng's words, how could one drink water and forget the man who dug the well?
Within the Marquis of Wu'an's Estate, Jiang Wang was supervising Chu Yao's boxing practice.
Recently, he had actually been wavering over something: whether or not to bring An'an to Qi State.
It was not that he wanted Jiang An'an to leave High Heaven Pavilion for good.
He had long since given up on that idea.
Jiang An'an had already spent four years at High Heaven Pavilion and had developed deep feelings for it. It was impossible for her to simply leave when she said she would. Moreover, her cultivation had been built within High Heaven Pavilion's system from the very beginning, under the guidance of Current Era True Lord Ye Lingxiao. Changing course now would mean all her previous hard work had gone to waste.
Besides, no matter how many favors he called in or how formidable a teacher he found for Jiang An'an, it would be difficult to find someone who could treat her better than Ye Lingxiao did now.
He was deeply grateful to High Heaven Pavilion for taking care of An'an, and he was very much at ease with her life there.
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