Chongxuan Futu's name had always been taboo in the Chongxuan Family.
They'd locked down the news from top to bottom, as if he'd never existed. Naturally, it was to avoid trouble.
The Chongxuan elders had hidden the details of Chongxuan Futu's death from Chongxuan Sheng, telling him only that his father had died heroically on the battlefield. They had done it out of care for him.
After all, Chongxuan Futu had offended the Qi Emperor, and his final words had carried a note of resentment.
When Chongxuan Sheng was young, he hadn't been able to pursue the truth. Once he'd grown up, his complicated feelings toward Chongxuan Futu had kept him from bringing it up himself.
Perhaps he would only learn about Chongxuan Futu's past after reaching the Outer Tower and going to the Lost Realm in person.
But whatever Chongxuan Sheng himself thought, Jiang Wang felt that, as his friend, he should tell him what he'd discovered in the Lost Realm.
His father might not have been responsible enough toward him, but he had still been a great and brilliant man.
As his friend, Jiang Wang hoped Chongxuan Sheng could let go of the past.
Even if he couldn't. Even if Chongxuan Sheng could never forgive him, he should at least know that his father had made great contributions to the Human Race. There was nothing shameful about that.
Looking at the matter more broadly, all the friends Jiang Wang had made had different personalities, but they were all dependable.
Friendship was a process of choosing each other. For instance, Jiang Wang had first met Yan Fu and Gao Zhe at the same time, but as time went on, he and Gao Zhe had grown less close. That wasn't to say Gao Zhe was a bad person; in the