"Qing Jie went missing?"
After hearing what his Third Younger Brother Qing An said, Qing Chen raised an eyebrow. He had never expected that the younger brother he had once thought most highly of had already been missing for over a decade.
Yet his Third Younger Brother Qing An, the somewhat roguish-looking youth of those days, was now the lord of a city and General Who Pacifies the North, commanding tens of thousands of troops. He had reached the highest ranks a subject could attain and carried himself with considerable presence.
Qing An sighed and slowly said, "Yes, eldest brother. Back then, when second brother was practicing the art you left him, he happened to discover two sheets of gold foil hidden between the pages..."
As he spoke, he stole glances at Qing Chen, unable to conceal the shock in his eyes.
Only then did Qing An notice that his eldest brother, who was nearly sixty, actually looked a little younger than he had over thirty years ago.
The years seemed to have left few marks on him, prompting Qing An to speculate inwardly whether his eldest brother had truly embarked on the path of immortal cultivation.
And his cultivation was clearly quite profound.
Qing Chen quietly listened as Qing An recounted the events of those years.
As it turned out, after he left, his second brother Qing Jie had gradually established a home in Hanchuan City with his third-class force cultivation, the men of the Twin Eagles Association, and the precious medicines, martial arts manuals, and considerable wealth Qing Chen had left behind.
Unfortunately, storms could gather in an otherwise clear sky, and fortune or disaster could descend upon a person overnight.
The affairs of the world were ever-changing. Three years later, war broke out across the Seven Kingdoms,