Obedient as Ping Yongjia was, he bristled at these words, thinking that although his surname was Ping, why should he brave such danger?
Unfortunately, he was Divine End Peak's lowest-ranking Closed-Door Disciple, so there was no escaping the task of opening the door.
He left the courtyard dejectedly and went to Jing Garden's main gate. Before long, he returned holding Nan Wang's hand.
Strictly speaking, he was not holding her hand.
He stooped slightly, his right hand raised, respectfully supporting Nan Wang's wrist without quite touching it.
Over the years, he had lived either in the palace in Chaoge City or in the Netherworld's Imperial City, and had grown accustomed to the mannerisms of certain people. Out of fear, he had unconsciously adopted them today.
Nan Wang wore an indifferent expression, her head high and chest out, her gaze fixed straight ahead. She did indeed look very much like an Empress Dowager.
Once they reached the courtyard, she withdrew her right hand and waved it with some distaste.
As though granted a pardon, Ping Yongjia did not linger. With a whoosh, he turned into a streak of sword light and vanished into the distance.
Jing Jiu looked at her and said, "You should have waited a few more years, to be a little more secure."
Nan Wang raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Why should I?"
Jing Jiu gave a puzzled hum.
Nan Wang walked over to him and sat on the floor beneath the eaves. "You started over from the beginning. There's no reason I should be slower than you. Why should I?"
Jing Jiu smiled faintly. "I won't argue with you."
Nan Wang looked at his face in some surprise. How has his temperament changed so much? Did Eldest Senior Brother's departure affect you that deeply?
Jing Jiu