Luo Ling began analyzing Luo Xin's state of mind for him, along with the doubts he knew he had and those he did not. Luo Xin listened with his eyes wide. So that was it.
That graceful, carefree smile returned to Luo Xin's face.
Luo Xin stayed there for a time, speaking with his elder brother every day. These were rare days in which Luo Ling could feel joy.
He was the household head of the Luo Clan, invested with sanctity. Even many of his clansmen regarded him with reverence, looking up to him rather than speaking with him as equals.
Within this city he quietly guarded, he was truly a lonely sovereign.
Only these children of the direct line could converse with him normally. As the saying often went, all beings were equal beneath the Sacred Mark; for children of the direct line, everyone was equal beneath the Sage King.
Then Luo Xin was leaving. Before Zhao City, worry showed on Luo Ling's face as he smoothed the creases in Luo Xin's clothes and said softly, "Once you leave, who knows how many years it will be again? Remember to come back often, and do not forget Luo Village.
"When you act out in the world, simply follow your heart. With your elder brother here, you can rest easy about everything. The Sage King will shelter you."
Luo Xin stepped back and bowed deeply. "Elder Brother, I am leaving. Please take good care of yourself."
As the hoofbeats gradually faded, Luo Ling gazed at the increasingly prosperous Zhao City, then looked up at the sky. He felt somewhat lonely, yet somewhat glad.
He was the Sage King's representative. Naturally, Zhao City's growing prosperity pleased him. As for the loneliness, the path of remaining in Zhao City was one he