Inside the Great Xia Imperial Palace, in the study.
Seeing Chen Qiu sink into thought, the young man who had already removed his cloak said nothing more. He merely backed away from the study on light feet, leaving Chen Qiu alone and undisturbed.
"Xiao Liu?"
The moment the young man stepped out of the study, Fat Dragon and the others, who had long been waiting outside, could no longer hold back and crowded around him. Fat Dragon in particular had a face full of confusion as he tentatively asked, "How long have you been with Brother Qiu?"
"A long time."
Xiao Liu shook his head. "I know what you want to ask, but many things are not for a mere servant like me to answer. If Lord National Preceptor wishes to tell you, then you will naturally know."
Having said that.
Xiao Liu did not linger any longer. He withdrew, and soon vanished from sight.
"..."
Fat Dragon looked at Xiao Liu's departing back with a complicated expression and said nothing. Since Xiao Liu had put it that way, he naturally would not be so tactless as to keep pressing. It was just that...
Brother Qiu seemed far more complicated than he had imagined.
If Brother Qiu was the National Preceptor...
Did that not mean Brother Qiu had already lived for a very long time? At least a hundred years?
"Should I go find Ji Renjian?"
At that moment, Scholar suddenly spoke from the side.
"Why?" Fat Dragon turned to Scholar in bewilderment.
After falling silent for a while, Scholar said softly, "Back when I was still Great Xia's foremost sword cultivator, the National Preceptor guided me to escort Ji Renjian all the way. Presumably, he wanted to bring the two of us together. Though personally, I do not feel