"A hundred thousand fair faces, a hundred thousand bleeding souls" - Heaven and earth would not wake; returning through wind and rain, all was weeping

The Dragon God's Eldest Crown Prince of Qiuhe was somewhat surprised when Xing Yan suddenly asked about this. A man who accomplished great things without showing his hand, he was in fact indifferent to worldly feelings and could scarcely understand the emotions of such a

"mortal" as Xing Yan. Mourning a beloved maid, grieving for fellow disciples-to him, these were merely excuses for winning glory and building a career. Perhaps they had been the original cause, but surely not something to cherish forever and take to heart. Searching his own conscience, he too had a devoted Tomb Maiden. Bing'e hurried everywhere in his service, and he was quite fond of her; when he married, he might even take her as a concubine. But that would already be an immense honor he bestowed upon her. Whether he truly cared was another matter. That was how things stood while she lived; if she died one day, however it happened, his grief for her would never last more than a day.

With such a disposition, he was nevertheless moved to see Xing Yan genuinely torn with worry, looking as though his soul had fled. Marveling inwardly, he said, "I never knew your feelings ran so deep, Brother Xing Yan. You have truly won my admiration. But there is one thing I do not understand-important as this matter is, it would have taken me only a few words. Why did you not mention it sooner?"

Although Xing Yan seemed an ordinary mortal at that moment, one of them was the victor and the other a surrendered man, so Boyu's words always carried a measure of flattery. At his question, Xing Yan answered frankly, "You do not know, brother. Though this has weighed on my heart for a long time, today's great undertaking came first,