"So, Brother Wen, you left the Yan Kingdom after the battle at Yan-Qiao Pass?"
Inside a side hall on the Ghost Market Second Layer.
Wang Ba and Wen Yong sat facing each other.
The once free-spirited, unrestrained Wen Yong now sat cross-legged with a hint of stiffness.
The scene from earlier kept flashing through his mind.
At Wang Ba's question, a look of reminiscence and emotion appeared on Wen Yong's face, which had already begun to develop wrinkles.
"Yes. After leaving the Yan Kingdom, I went to the Song Kingdom. After scraping by for a few years, I heard that the Incense Dao had occupied the Yan Kingdom. Sensing danger, and hearing that Great Jin was stable, I immediately moved again, this time to the Chen Kingdom. Yet on just the third day after I moved, I learned that the Song Kingdom had also fallen to the Incense Dao..."
Wen Yong shook his head and sighed as he spoke.
Hearing this, Wang Ba could not help feeling fortunate for Wen Yong's keen intuition.
Had a single decision changed, perhaps the two would never have had another chance to meet.
Wen Yong then looked at Wang Ba's somewhat unfamiliar face. A smile surfaced on his own as he carefully took something from his robes. It seemed to have been handled often, becoming smooth and glossy. He spread it on his palm.
"Do you still remember this?"
Wang Ba's gaze fell on the object, but for a moment, he could not recall it. Puzzled, he asked:
"This is..."
"It seems you've forgotten. That's only natural. It was merely a small matter to you, but this thing saved my life."
Wen Yong smiled and put the object away with a nostalgic look in his eyes, then said with emotion:
"This was a Command