Time flowed on.
In the blink of an eye, another forty years passed.
Aaron had long since faked his death and escaped. He now hid atop Little South Mountain, where he had carved out a concealed cave abode for cultivation, occasionally observing the situation in Yu Kang Town.
Over these forty years, the outside world had indeed undergone earth-shaking changes.
Twenty years ago, the imperial court collapsed and rebel armies rose everywhere. One force even besieged Yuanjia City! Countless rebel soldiers, troops, and bandits swept through Yu Kang Town again and again, leaving wails filling the wilderness and white bones scattered everywhere.
Both the Fang Family and the Li Family lost many people amid wave after wave of military turmoil.
Aaron merely watched in silence and did not lend a hand.
As the years passed and who knew how many generations came between them, his sense of closeness toward those two families had steadily faded.
Unless they faced the calamity of total extermination, he had no intention of intervening. He had come to share the attitude that Heaven and Earth were impartial, treating all things as straw dogs.
Heaven and Earth were benevolent, viewing all things as equal.
In Aaron's eyes, the Fang Family and Li Family were no different from the other townsfolk.
"Since ancient times, great chaos has always given rise to great order. The realm has been in turmoil for twenty years now... the age of chaos should be nearing its end. A new dynasty ought to rise, shouldn't it?"
"But what does that have to do with me?"
Aaron continued sitting cross-legged, cultivating the qi of the bladder—the final stage of the six bowels.
This meditation lasted for an unknown length of time.
Suddenly, Aaron opened his eyes, and streams of visceral qi emerged one after