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We chase after Liu Dong, two people who can send us messages at any time. Liu Jia is unsure if her intuition is correct; what if the path that Singer mentioned is indeed the right one?
Zhaoling, I am Liu Dong. Protect the Seventh Prince and keep in touch with them at all times. Leng Gucun instructed one of his Junior Brothers, Zhaoling, " Bu Fou " After a long journey, he is at the Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage, which could become a burden for them.
Waiting for Yi Dong, he also left Dong Lai behind. If they are fake, they can respond immediately; after all, there are many of them. Wei Wuyou actively sought Liu Dong's help, saying that with Mu Qinglong, that senior brother from Ming Huang Pavilion around, nothing would go wrong. Moreover, although Luchenzhou's Red Fool often talks nonsense, his strength and intellect are reliable. With them around, there shouldn't be any major issues.
I am also Liu Dong, Meng Jia. Luchenzhou has a little junior sister who is also at the Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage; they will definitely be faster than them.
Liu Jia did not expose anything; leaving Dongyi's people together means they won't be on guard against each other, preventing any careless moves that could lead to significant losses. After all, those people are in cahoots.
Leng Gucun glanced at Liu Jia and nodded; they continued to pursue.
Liu Jia watched as the group before him soared into the sky, some riding flying swords while others walked on auspicious clouds. It was truly a joyful sight. "I don't deny," he thought. Being a celestial being is wonderful; those people really do not know how to be content. If they had such talent, they certainly wouldn't come out to fight and kill each other. Shaking his head, Liu Jia pondered.
Xiao Gu is truly a good child. Once they reach the capital, he must ask Ancient Language to arrange a good job for Xiao Gu; he must not let that child go out to pull carts again. Chu Liange fiddled with the needlework in her lap while teasing Gu.
That said, how could pulling carts ever lead us to our noble person? Gu Xiao remarked.
No, what noble person? Ancient Words hadn't finished speaking when he looked at Gu and said, "I see you 'I don't deny' looking for me."
Gu placed the classic text he was studying into his arms and then looked at the figure who appeared silently in a Deep Abyss Robe. A commander?
Liu Donghui. The newcomer said that the attire clearly indicated he was not an ordinary guard because the brick-red official robe was embroidered with an Evil Spirit resembling a devil crawling out of an abyss, with a dragon's head peeking out from within the depths.
Liu Donghui handed a stack of papers to Gu, then moved closer to Ancient Words and said, "I never expected to see the old man here after such a long time."
"What old man? Bu Luo has only been Xiang Zuo for a few days; he hasn't even settled in yet!" Ancient Words replied with a hint of self-deprecation. It was clear that Ancient Words had truly let go of past grievances and was no longer dwelling on what had happened.
But how could those people not be thinking about the old man after all this time? Liu Donghui was polite, knowing that so much had transpired. The calls for Ancient Words' return had only grown louder, especially now that Ancient Language held power in the court, and the clamor had reached new heights.
Behind this sentiment, it was not merely the guards and officials who thought about it; public opinion was often swayed by a select few. Twenty years ago, it was like that, and what about now? The struggle between the royal family and the Sect had not ended with Yuanji. Who knew if tomorrow would bring another clash between the royal family and the Sect?
Gu glanced over the items Liu Donghui had given him. They were things he had obtained through his connections, containing a list of all the people and forces behind him.
Before this, Gu felt like someone lost in the dark, constantly dodging and playing a game of hide-and-seek without knowing what kind of predator was hunting him down.
Now he understood some things that differed from his previous assumptions. Ergou was dead, and there was Afu. Although he had never met the eunuch mentioned in the report, there was also the Singer, who had been taken from Tuan City just days ago—likely facing dire circumstances.
Whether familiar or not, some were mere acquaintances but now were no longer relevant to him. He could only run, desperately fleeing without even daring to look back.
The news Gu held in his hands had lost its significance; what else could Jie Donglai do besides run?
"I'll take care of it," Gu said. Liu Donghui noticed that Gu had already set down the papers, indicating he must have finished reading them. "How about we make a deal?"
"No deal," Gu shook his head; he had considered it before.
"I'll give him the items, and Great Jin Dynasty will protect me."
Liu Donghui fell silent. He knew that the Great Jin could not protect Gu, and there was no one else who could either. Perhaps Guangming could, but what were they hoping to achieve? Gu did not know, and neither did Liu Donghui.
The forces behind Gu were far too terrifying. Ordinary people like Gu Na were nothing more than ants in front of those powers. If those people from Bu Qinyi truly wanted to find Gu, it would only take a moment for him to be exposed. Right now, Gu's only way out was to quickly get rid of the hot potato while the major factions were on high alert against each other. That might just save his life.
At the very least, if he handed that thing over, it might save him.
"What do you think their purpose is?" Gu Hu countered. "Do they really want to obtain that classic? I don't deny it. Or do they want to destroy it?"
Liu Donghui did not keep quiet. He knew that Gu's speculation was wrong; those people fundamentally wanted to obtain that classic, not destroy it. If that were the case, then Gu, who held the classic, would certainly be doomed. As long as he was alive, the classic existed. What made the classic in his leg so different?
Gu had never seen another classic and did not know what made his unique. He also did not know if his leg contained something truly singular. Since so many people were searching for it, it must be something extraordinary. Now he understood that no matter what he said, they would not believe him. What awaited him might just be a glimmer of hope; all that surrounded him now was despair.
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