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After preparing a meal for Gu Ping, Yang Yan led the three of them into the courtyard. She instructed all her Eastern People to step back, while Liu Lao Jiu used his technique to cover up all sounds in the area.
What are your thoughts?
Yang Yan looked at Gu Ping, whose face was filled with despair. She wanted to say a few comforting words, but Bu Luo had already spoken during dinner, so there was no need to repeat it. Moreover, Gu Ping indicated that she was fine, so Yang Yan decided to ask her what her plans were.
However, she didn’t expect Gu Ping to be staring at her. Although her eyes were half-closed and she didn’t blink for a long time, Yang Yan could clearly feel Gu Ping’s gaze on her, filled with admiration. It seemed as if Gu Ping was contemplating something or perhaps had some needs she found difficult to express.
Do I really understand my family situation? Or do I truly grasp the circumstances of our royal family?
Gu Ping initially asked that question because he was unsure how much Yang Yan knew about events from twenty years ago. After all, she had only just been born at that time. Twenty years might not seem long for cultivators, but for mortals, it was enough time to erase many memories.
His family situation...
Yang Yan fell into deep thought. The Great Jin was vast, and the Yang Family was large as well. When she was young, she often encountered various uncles and aunts she didn’t recognize. They were all young back then; now that she thought about it, they were probably cultivators too. It was just that she had been too young to remember them well. Most of them had only appeared once or twice before disappearing from her life.
Seeing Yang Yan lost in thought made Gu Ping blush. There were some matters that even someone who managed the largest intelligence agency in Great Jin might not be privy to.
What do I want to do?
After a moment of contemplation, Yang Yan spoke up. She knew Gu Ping was a person of discretion; he would know what information was appropriate for him to have. The truly confidential matters would not be disclosed to her either, even though the current Jin Huang was her biological father.
There are some things I need to know. Everything he is experiencing feels like a coincidence. Honestly, even imagining it now makes me wonder how everything fell into place so strangely—how that thing dropped from the Liu Xia Dynasty and inexplicably landed at the emperor's feet. Then the emperor met Liu Lao Jiu, encountered the Fox Spirit, met the Singer, and met me. Is everything truly coincidental?
Gu Ping spoke a lot of useless things, but it truly reflected his current emotional state. He was unwilling, truly unwilling. Why should such a thing happen to him? There were so many people in the Dust Realm; why should Gu Ping be the one to suffer? He had been unlucky for eight lifetimes and yet here he was, a sixteen-year-old just stepping into adulthood, facing this. Why him?
For the first time, Gu Ping felt that Heaven was not so benevolent. For the first time, he realized that the legendary celestial realm might not be as beautiful as people said. Not all cultivators possessed Celestial Aura; not all were riding cranes and wandering through the clouds like deities. It was the first time he understood that reality could be harsh, that the real world was not what he had imagined.
So many things had already happened, and they had to accept it.
Yang Yan suddenly felt a twinge of sympathy for Gu Ping, but she had never experienced his struggles. Even if Gu Ping made mistakes, she wouldn’t fully understand his feelings; after all, unless one was in the situation, one wouldn’t feel the pressure of death looming closer.
"I misspoke," Gu Ping smiled slightly, realizing that was why he had come here—to seek my help.
He knew it wouldn’t be much.
Even a little would suffice. Gu Ping gestured with his legs to indicate a small movement and continued, "That realm can’t leave people without any hope. Bu Luo must have faced despair during that time with Coco."
"Stop rambling and get to the point," Liu Lao Jiu said impatiently, tired of hearing Gu Ping's musings. "Just say what you need to say; we’ll have to discuss it sooner or later."
I looked at him; the Light Path Classic lay on his lap. He didn’t have the qualifications to negotiate with those cultivators yet, so he needed strong power as a guarantee. At least then he could protect his own life. Cigarette Paper believed that no amount of strength could ensure his survival unless he became a Light Daoist.
So I wanted to find a Light Daoist. I wanted to hand over the Dao Canon to the Light Path and seek their protection. But why not any Daoist Sect? Why specifically the Light Path?
Because just from its name, it was evident that it belonged to the Light Path. So many Daoist Sects were searching for it, which proved its worth—at least more than his worthless life.
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