Yang Qing's heart had, in truth, remained trapped in that great fire all those years ago.
He had never spoken of what had happened back then, much less mentioned his nightmares. No one but him knew the deepest layer of fear buried in his heart.
Bu Er had stayed by Yang Qing's side longer than anyone else and had endured that disaster with him. Yet even he had failed to see the wounds in Yang Qing's heart.
Bu Er had thought that once they killed Scarface and avenged the entire Yang Family, that chapter had closed.
Who could have known that Yang Qing had kept it buried all this time?
Had they not encountered the Dragon-Trapping Formation this time, drawing out what lay deepest in everyone's heart, even Yang Qing would have forgotten that such an enormous problem still hung unresolved over him.
Fortunately, he had pulled through.
At that thought, Yang Qing stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Bu Er's shoulders.
He had never expressed his feelings so openly before. The others were somewhat stunned, but Bu Er's eyes brimmed with tears.
This man, who had long since ceased to be a boy, trembled all over, his eyes red.
He had come within a hair's breadth of losing forever the family member with whom he depended on for survival in this world.
"Young master, the master and madam's spirits in heaven would surely be happy for you too."
Only now had the burden on Yang Qing's shoulders truly been lifted. From this moment on, he would face greater storms with a wholly renewed spirit.
"Young master, look! Our ship is pulling in to shore."
Not wanting anyone to see him in such a state, Bu Er deliberately turned his head aside. To his surprise, he saw that