Amid those flames that filled the sky, there had supposedly been only Bu Er and Yang Qing, master and servant bound by suffering. Who could have known that a third person had been there all those years ago?
Had they not watched Yang Qing and Bu Er's lives unfold from childhood onward upon entering this place, neither of them would have believed it was real.
But the truth was that this person had indeed been there. They simply had not known it at the time.
The figure whose face they could not make out merely raised his arm and waved it toward where Yang Qing lay.
With that single wave, the wall of fire that had hemmed Yang Qing in without a gap was forcibly parted, like a field of wheat swept by the wind.
It was precisely that opening that had allowed Bu Er to rush forward and drag Yang Qing out.
If that person had not waved the flames aside, giving Bu Er that sliver of hope, Yang Qing would probably have ceased to exist in this world long ago.
"So there was more to what happened back then." As Bu Er watched the man with the indistinct face wave the flames aside, an unfamiliar emotion churned within him.
But he could not put a name to that feeling.
It was as though something had lodged in his throat, yet he could not get the words out.
Yang Qing, too, stared in shock at the figure gradually disappearing amid the flames.
This revelation had truly caught him off guard.
In other words, if this person had not raised his hand back then, Yang Qing would have died long ago.
Both Bu Er and Yang Qing stood somewhat dazed. Jiang Zhizhou, however, stepped forward and spoke. "It seems this