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"Did I say he would come back? Should I take another look at him?"
Yes, I don't deny it. Forgetting an old friend is just a matter of time; he is simply too busy now.
Chongguang could hardly remember how many times he had heard the old woman ask him that question. He recalled the first time he arrived in Yingdu, when he was recounting the battle atop Kunlun Mountain to Nangong Huan, only to unexpectedly encounter the old woman before him.
She referred to herself as Gu Ping's old friend, as if she knew all about Gu Ping's circumstances from those years. They had temporarily taken refuge in the old woman's home, not realizing she was the Empress Dowager of Lu, with a plaque for Lingyin Mansion hanging at the entrance.
In those years, he often dreamed of becoming a cultivator, capable of traversing heaven and earth, reaching for the moon in the Nine Heavens, exploring Tiandong, and searching for him.
But dreams are ultimately just dreams; they do not become reality.
Coco wouldn't even remember that in Yingdu, there was someone missing him. Although time had passed for the old woman, Bu Luo and Liu Dong remained his most beautiful memories.
He once said that if he hadn't come to speak with her, perhaps he would never have walked that path again. Bu Luo had already reached a point where he felt no regret.
No, he never regretted it; he never regretted it.
The old woman gradually closed her eyes. With age comes a lack of experiences; often, while speaking, one simply falls asleep.
Nangong Huan draped a coat over the old woman and looked at Chongguang with a hint of jealousy. If he were to live through such long years and grow old like that, would he think of him often?
What about me? Would I?
Nangong Huan shook his head. He wouldn't leave; he would come looking for me.
Don't worry, he won't abandon us.
What did the messenger say earlier?
The butcher was forced to retreat from Street Bridge City, blocked by the Three Thousand Iron Pagodas led by the War God. Wen Tian and Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, were on their way there, while the Azure Dragon King and Crimson Dragon King were also hastily pursuing. The Wuyou Emperor was almost begging to let them join in surrounding the butcher.
But the family probably wouldn't think that way, Nangong Huan was certain. He had a good grasp of the Nangong Family's intentions.
No, the family's opinions were completely opposite. I think they want to go.
He felt they wanted to go; if everyone else went, they would join in just to make a scene. I don't deny it. Isn't it good? How could the world view my king otherwise? His reputation isn't as loud as Scholar's Sword Asks Heaven.
I don't want to go out just to make a name for myself; don't think he can't see through that—women.
So he's just a woman, is he?
No, no, no.
That year, Imperial Capital Mountain welcomed countless displaced children. Even several-month-old infants like Yang Yan were brought back in large numbers. Yin Tianheng officially announced the establishment of a sect, creating a faction for cultivators called Heart Sect, which meant seeing one's true nature through the heart.
Some believed this was a significant event that could change the situation in Tiandong, while others thought it was merely a gimmick meant to attract attention and bolster the Great Qin Empire's prestige.
The Red Person was acutely aware that the sun of one era was setting in the east, while the sun of another era was about to rise.
A few days later, the Night Emperor returned from the front lines, wounded. He saw Gu Ping teaching children how to read and write, and he felt that this was what a cultivator should be doing. "I don't deny," he thought, "spending all day wielding swords and fighting."
"How did you get hurt? There can't be many who could injure me," Gu Ping asked curiously, her tone a bit strange, while Han Yu chuckled nearby.
"I was ambushed by a few shameless old men. One of them was a Combined Cultivator. If I hadn't been lucky, I probably wouldn't have made it back," the Night Emperor replied, maintaining his usual demeanor. Bu Luo, like the soldiers of the Great Qin Empire, liked to call him Night Sovereign. The name Night Emperor was known only to Gu Ping and her group. Before returning this time, he would definitely reach the Refining Spirit Realm.
"Surviving a great disaster often brings future blessings," Bu Luo mused. "How could someone like me be ambushed?"
"That madwoman, An Su Su, actually sent all her troops to intercept me, hoping to take me down while I rushed to aid Street Bridge City. She went to Street Bridge City all by herself. I really don't know how that lunatic survives on the battlefield in Dong Lai."
An Su Su had gained fame as a young genius during those years of slaughter, much like Gu Ping, Gu Yuehe, and Shepherd.
Bu Luo was a woman who was called a madwoman. "I don't deny," she thought as they insulted her; it belonged to An Su Su's title—madwoman An Su Su.
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