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Liu Donghui had already left the city, and Yang Yan arrived at the residence of the Three Dukes, reporting on Gu Ping's whereabouts.
"Is that so?" Yang Yan raised his head, gazing towards the sky above the city gate. The tall walls and the blue sky offered no comfort to him; he wished he could see Dong Lai. This thought lingered in Yang Yan's mind.
Should I continue to follow him?
"No need," Yang Yan shook his head. "I will inform the Emperor about this news. He mentioned wanting to find a place to relax, and Coco won't be back anytime soon."
No.
After dismissing Liu Donghui, Yang Yan turned his attention back to Gu Ping's direction. The clouds in the distance drifted slowly, their shapes indistinguishable. The color of the clouds deepened, signaling an impending downpour. He wondered if that matter could conclude before the storm arrived.
Deep within the palace, Jin Huang stood before the massive Great Jin Territory Map, lost in thought. He was contemplating something when a guard from the Abyssal Guards entered, kneeling on one knee. "Reporting to Emperor Dong, the person named Gu Ping has left the city. We are unsure if they wish to send someone to follow him."
Jin Huang slowly lifted his leg and replied, "No need. Let their people return."
As soon as he finished speaking, a eunuch outside called out loudly, "The commander of the Abyssal Guards, Liu Donghui, requests an audience."
"Let him in."
"Your humble servant pays respects to Emperor Dong," Liu Donghui said as he bowed.
"There's no need for that."
Liu Donghui finally raised his head to look at Jin Huang, who still had his back turned. Liu Donghui knew that recently, in the Imperial Capital, there had been much speculation about the Great Jin Territory Map. No one truly understood Jin Huang's intentions. Some said that the map concealed treasures from the ancestors of the Yang Family, while others believed that understanding the map would lead to great rewards. Many thought that Jin Huang was plotting to expand the significance of that map. In any case, opinions were varied, yet Jin Huang had never discussed the map with anyone, not even once.
"Reporting to Emperor Dong, the person named Gu Ping has already left the city," Liu Donghui said respectfully.
"My news seems to have arrived a bit late," he added.
Upon hearing Jin Huang's words, Liu Donghui noticed that an Abyssal Guard was standing beside him. Cold sweat drenched his back as he was shocked and thought, how could this be?
After a moment of silence without a response from Liu Donghui, Jin Huang asked, "Is there something you wish to say?"
"Oh," Liu Donghui trembled slightly and finally regained his composure. "The palace said that Coco has recently gone on a journey to Tiandong and won't be back for some time."
After hearing this, Jin Huang slowly turned around to look at Liu Donghui while signaling another Abyssal Guard to step back. He then said, "Let her go; it's better this way. It saves us from dealing with those petty matters during the New Year that only muddle things up. A little time away might do her good."
At that moment, when Liu Donghui saw Jin Huang, he felt a sudden realization wash over him—this was indeed Jin Huang. But upon closer inspection, he realized that this person was not the same as before. Just one day had passed; what could have happened to cause such a drastic change?
Jin Huang no longer exuded the commanding presence of someone ruling over Tiandong; instead, he carried a sense of tragic dignity. The red hair at his temples seemed to have increased in quantity, and his once-straight posture appeared less firm than before. It was as if he had aged significantly in just one day.
Yes, he had aged, Liu Donghui confirmed silently in his mind.
As Liu Donghui was about to say something else, he saw Jin Huang lift his right leg slightly, indicating that he need not speak further. With a wave of his leg, Liu Donghui felt a rush of heat; Jin Huang did not allow him to stay any longer and silently left the hall.
At the side door, the ancestor of the Yang Family from last month stepped out and said to Jin Huang, "I seek knowledge. I don't deny it." It was just a casual remark, but the fate of the Yang Family truly hinged on that moment—whether they would live or die.
The risk seemed a bit too great.
"I don't believe that kid," Jin Huang shook his head, "but he is too weak."
Ultimately, Gu Ping was too weak. If Gu Ping had extraordinary strength or was backed by a powerful force, he could have been a reliable ally for the Yang Family. But now, Gu Ping was just an ordinary person—merely an ordinary person.
There was no other choice; they should be grateful that Heaven had given them a chance to pass through this calamity with relatively small costs. So there was no need to ask for anything more; everything would reveal itself in due time.
Still riding on horseback, looking up at the sky, he traveled along the road, just like those previous days, yet somehow different. A few months ago, they had been fleeing from pursuers; now there was a light emerging.
Sighing, he wondered when the light would appear. Those rats hiding in some dark corner wouldn’t dare to come out, would they? If that were the case, he would surely spare no effort in condemning those people.
Liu Lao Jiu kept rambling on and on, but Gu Ping and Ling Chanzi ignored him, letting Liu Lao Jiu talk to himself while they discussed another topic.
"What does a demon look like?" Gu Ping asked Ling Chanzi.
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