"It's all right. He's a very good old man. You don't need to worry..."
Hou Niao gave the Flowing Sand Lord a dose of reassurance. Whether it could truly put its mind at ease depended on the River Flood Dragon's composure.
He returned to Dragon Whisker Ravine. More than ten days had passed, and everything here had begun to settle down. Those who should leave had left, and those who should stay had stayed. The upheaval here would continue for a long time to come, but that was no longer any concern of his.
Ancient Loulan had taken the lead in planting forests, and the other regions had begun to follow suit. It was a vast undertaking, one rarely seen even in human history. As Hou Niao hovered above the forest belt and looked at the long green dragon he had built with his own hands, pride could not help filling his heart.
"Martial Uncle, I'm leaving."
Yu Zhengxing remained expressionless. "Where could you possibly go? However far you go, you'll come back. One day we'll meet again, and when that time comes, I'll make some proper arrangements for you."
Hou Niao smiled bitterly. Just as Yu Zhengxing had said, where could he go? He was still in Shanmen Quanzhen, still on the Brocade Continent. The brand on him could never be erased. When he was needed, he had to answer such a summons. There was no escaping it.
That was precisely why Yu Zhengxing did not mind. This was only a temporary loss, with an endless future still ahead. If Judge Wan could transfer him away, Yu Zhengxing had ways to bring him back.
He was like the village donkey, used by one household after another. Its owners had time to rest, but the donkey did not. The crucial