Why hadn't Chu Jinghui made his own son the next ruler?
The Nightglow Grass Beast sighed softly. "As it happens, this has something to do with you."
Yang Qing hadn't expected that, after so many years and with countless mountains and rivers between them, he and Chu Jinghui could still be entangled.
"What does it have to do with me?"
The Nightglow Grass Beast looked at Yang Qing. "Have you forgotten how you left Yan Pass?"
At the mention of leaving Yan Pass, Yang Qing's expression grew grave again.
Though many years had passed, this remained the tenderest, most secret place in Yang Qing's heart, one that no one could touch.
"You're right. The bonds between people have always been impossible to explain or put into words."
"Since I still have a chance to meet him again, that must mean the Heavenly Dao is happy to see it happen."
Once a person untangled certain thoughts, the world before his eyes suddenly opened up.
Indeed, if he could return openly to his homeland within his lifetime, who would care what means had been used along the way?
Other than the one who employed those means.
"The Heavenly Dao is happy to see it? Then why, when I drifted past him, did he never spare me so much as an extra glance?"
"That won't happen now. You have me, so these things won't be problems anymore."
Feeling that he had finally found a use for himself, Jiang Zhizhou leaned forward and asked, "Then when can we set out?"
Everyone said it was hard to leave one's homeland.
As for Yang Qing, faced with all those strange and bizarre powers, he had long since been like his former self.
Even those closest to them could not learn where they had truly gone.
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