Yang Huai pondered briefly before speaking.
"I already said it—I'm just a good man who brings warmth to others!"
Now that he had obtained the main Fate Template that was nearly within his grasp, along with the inheritance a true disciple ought to have—including the sword-control technique he had long yearned for—there was little point in staying any longer. Rather than risk further dangers, it was better to secure the benefits first and strengthen himself.
Qingli was at a loss for words. After a moment, he said, "No matter what, thank you..."
His feelings toward Yang Huai were complicated. Yang Huai was like an elder brother, yet even more like a master who taught through both words and example. His compassion and wisdom seemed to have opened an unprecedented door before Qingli.
With such guidance, Qingli felt that he would surely be able to endure the tedium of cultivation in the future. Even when facing utter desperation, he would no longer give up so easily!
Yang Huai smiled faintly at that.
Two days later, in Wanqu City, Yang Huai stood smiling inside a somewhat low mud-brick house, dressed in a new moon-white cloud robe. A married couple and five or six young children bustled busily about. The newly built earthen house was filled with joy. Those children were all Qingli's younger brothers and sisters, and though still very young, they crowded around Yang Huai, crying out "Big Brother" without pause.
Even Yang Huai could not help smiling at such a warm scene.
No wonder Qingli had been so reluctant to part with them.
After all, who would willingly let go of beautiful things?
Not far away stood a dark-skinned girl. Her skin was rather dark, but her figure was well-proportioned, and even that darkness could not conceal the delicacy