Yang Qing had never imagined that one day, the giant of a man before him would save his life.
Old Xia had originally served Emperor Zhetian. Yet now, he was also the one who had rescued Yang Qing and the others from their imprisonment on the Sacred Mountain at Emperor Zhetian's hands.
After bringing them down from the Sacred Mountain, Old Xia turned and left without another word.
"This man's behavior is most peculiar. Yang Qing, what do you think?"
Jiang Zhizhou watched Old Xia leave without looking back. He stood rooted to the spot for a long while before speaking to Yang Qing.
Old Xia came without a trace and vanished without a shadow. No one knew why he had come. Faced with a man shrouded in so many mysteries, Yang Qing could not explain his motives either.
"Whatever the case, he saved us. We must remember that debt."
Yang Qing also gazed in the direction Old Xia had left, remaining silent for a long time.
He still remembered what Old Xia had told him before they reached the very summit of the Sacred Mountain.
Old Xia had said that Yang Qing would soon lose his life.
He had thought Emperor Zhetian's appearance fulfilled that warning, but all of them had survived by a stroke of luck.
They had not seen Old Xia at the summit earlier and had assumed he was someone of no consequence.
Who could have known that he would be the one to bring them down from the Sacred Mountain?
Whether this escape from death was a blessing or a curse, they could not tell.
Now, the four of them had returned to the foot of the Sacred Mountain.
They had returned to the mortal world.
Only, they no longer needed to go back to