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As they stood atop Wangyue Tower, it was already past noon, and half of the visitors had begun to make their way towards Lou Dong after resting. Those who came to Bu Luo for leisure surely wouldn’t linger too long.
Moreover, with the comings and goings, many scholars from outside had arrived, drawn by the fame of Bu Luo. Among them were the sons of nobility and high officials, like Prince Xin or Gu Ping.
Gu Ping and Zhang Chenyu leaned against the railing, taking in the breathtaking view of Crescent Lake. In the distance, the Lofty Mountains loomed, their peaks ablaze with the red hues of Maple Forest in autumn. The nearby autumn moon reflected beautifully on the lake, casting a brilliant glow. People hurried along Lou Dong, while fishing boats glided smoothly across the lake's surface—a picturesque scene of peace and prosperity. Surely, those who lived here must feel a sense of happiness.
In the distance, wild geese flew southward. Gu Ping recognized that direction as Liu Xia's but wondered how his parents were faring. The books said that a father should stay home and not wander far, yet Gu Ping feared he might never return in this lifetime.
He thought of beggars like Er Gouer, singers like Liu Lao Jiu, Chen Zongbiao, Zhuang Zhixian, the Ancient Words couple, and Yang Yan—those who had once helped him. He didn’t know when he would be able to visit them again.
There were also people he didn’t recognize: Dao Qi, the eunuch Afu—some related to him in some way, others not at all—who had become part of The Book of Radiant Path and were no longer present.
As for those he knew who were gone, he could mourn Yi Dong. Even for those he didn’t know well, he couldn’t deny that they deserved remembrance too; though that seemed exhausting.
What was he thinking?
Zhang Chenyu noticed Gu Ping’s sigh and tried to muster a smile through his own feelings of melancholy. He felt increasingly out of place next to this mysterious figure who seemed to carry many secrets.
He thought about his family.
He missed home.
He decided not to go back.
"Why?"
"There’s no reason. I just won’t go anymore."
Zhang Chenyu didn’t ask further. Suddenly, she felt that Gu Ping looked tired, not at all like a young person should. Instead, he resembled an old man who had weathered many storms. That kind of aura was probably something only someone with deep experiences could possess. She thought to herself that he must have gone through a lot.
Just then, a Chun Bird, which had been circling in the sky, landed beside Gu Ping. This type of bird loved to drink and sometimes sneaked into taverns to steal wine. It must have caught a whiff of the rich aroma of alcohol from Gu Ping.
Before the Chun Bird could react, a red figure leaped out from Gu Ping's arms and caught Yi Dongzi.
Without a doubt, it was Yoyo. That little creature was always curious about animals it had never seen before, poking and prodding at them, causing everyone around to burst into laughter at the sight of the Red Fox.
Where did that fox come from? It hadn’t been seen earlier in the building.
Looking at its fur, it truly was a rare specimen, hard to come by.
I watched as that fox played with the Chun Bird; it was quite amusing, really entertaining.
Gu Ping waved his leg toward Yoyo, who naturally sensed Gu Ping’s call. It released the Chun Bird and trotted over to Gu Ping’s feet, allowing him to pick it up.
"Come here, let me hold you."
Women generally loved fluffy things, and Zhang Chenyu was no exception. She approached Gu Ping, wanting to hold Yoyo too.
"Give it to me! I want to hold it! I’m just an ordinary person; Yoyo can be held by anyone."
Zhang Chenyu never expected Gu Ping to be so ruthless. Feeling a bit defiant, she attempted to rush over to Gu Ping's side to snatch Yoyo away, only to be met with the fierce gaze of the cunning fox, who dared to scold her. Instantly, she felt a wave of frustration wash over her.
Nearby, Prince Xin, noticing the commotion, approached and remarked to Gu Ping, "I wonder where my esteemed brother acquired that snow fox. I would pay handsomely to buy it from you. Would you consider parting with it?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Ping nearly burst into laughter. "Your Highness has quite the discerning eye! This snow fox was brought out from the Flowing Cloud Realm. If you wish, you could retrieve the Nine-Tailed Fox King residing deep within the Flowing Cloud Realm, and I would gladly trade it with you."
"Brother, you're joking! The Flowing Cloud Realm is a legendary forbidden place, and the Nine-Tailed Fox is even more mythical. I wouldn't dare ask you to venture there; it would put you in a difficult position," Prince Xin replied.
Gu Ping observed Prince Xin's expression, which had shifted from a smile to one of discomfort. He hadn't anticipated that Gu Ping would embarrass him in front of everyone. To seek a fox for a hefty price was an incredibly unwise transaction in the eyes of ordinary people.
"Your Highness wouldn’t risk your reputation over just a fox, would you?" Gu Ping leaned closer to Prince Xin and whispered.
As soon as those words left his lips, Prince Xin's face changed dramatically. Bu Luo quickly regained his composure and said amicably, "In that case, I shall not take what belongs to others. Bu Luo asks that you take care of yourself, lest something unfortunate happen in Ying City that might lead others to say your sister-in-law did not host properly. That would go against our Lu State's principles of hospitality."
"No need for Your Highness to worry; I will certainly handle things well," Gu Ping replied confidently.
Gu Ping dismissed Prince Xin's threat without concern. At present, in Ru Ming and within the World of Mortals, there was likely no one who could pose a threat to him—unless they were a cultivator. Even two years from now, Gu Ping wasn't sure just how powerful he would become.
His sword made from celestial wood outside the Flowing Cloud Realm had not seen the light of day for quite some time; it lay nestled within the leg sheath of his Dao Foundation attire, ready to be drawn at any moment to test its lethality.
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