Chapter 1528: Beyond the Blue Sky

Sparrows chirped in a chaotic, shrill manner, a cacophony without rhythm.Yet, it failed to disrupt the mood of the person within the window.

"Prime Minister's teachings, Lin Zhenren will surely bear in mind." Lin Zhenren humbly stated, "The texts say, the more one knows, the smaller one feels oneself. The more of your honorable Prime Minister's teachings I receive, the more I sense the loftiness of a great mountain."

Some words, even if known to be insincere, are pleasing to the ear.

Du Ruhui stroked his beard with reserved grace, then resumed his seat, sighing, "Alas, one rice nurtures a hundred types of people. Like that Jiang Wang, a talent born of our Zhuang, yet he shows not a shred of regard for the state. Truly a pity."

"I believe it is not a pity at all; talent without virtue is a bane to the world!"

Lin Zhenren spoke with righteous indignation, "The world calls Jiang Wang a hero, but they fail to see his true nature. At his core, he is merely one who bullies the weak and fears the strong, flatters superiors and lord it over inferiors, a narrow-minded and vindictive scoundrel who permits only himself to betray others, never the reverse!Towards those stronger than him, he spouts justice, morality, and rules, but towards those weaker, he holds the power of life and death, showing no mercy!Back when he was still unknown, he sent his stepmother to my clan cousin's bed, shamelessly attempting to forge ties through marriage with my Lin clan, flattering me in every way.Yet, in the blink of an eye, somehow he conspired with that Zhu Weiguo and dared to borrow the Fire Exhaustion Spear to bar the gate! At that time, mindful of our shared status as Daoist Academy disciples, I spared his life.He, however, saw this as a great humiliation, and after his cultivation reached fruition, he slaughtered my entire Lin clan!Such a person, if you ask me, it is fortunate he is not in Zhuang. Otherwise, should he cause harm in the future, how immense would the disaster be?In Qi, at least there are those who can subdue him. Only then can he maintain some semblance of hypocrisy!"

Rather than saying Lin Zhenren harbored a deep-seated hatred for Jiang Wang, spewing endless resentment whenever his name was mentioned, it is more accurate to say that he consistently adopted this adversarial stance towards Jiang Wang to demonstrate his steadfastness within the Zhuang faction. The more he resented Jiang Wang, the greater his value for exploitation.

Du Ruhui gazed at him deeply, his voice filled with emotion, "Indeed, Zhenren, your judgment of people is sharp."

"I merely had more contact, hence a clearer understanding of his true face." Lin Zhenren lowered his gaze deferentially, then tentatively inquired, "Speaking of which, back in Unredeemed City, why didn't you directly..."

His words were incomplete, but the question was none other than why Du Ruhui did not personally slay Jiang Wang. There had been a clear opportunity at that time. From his perspective, his action of taking Jiang Wang's whereabouts to Du Yehhu was inherently an operation under Du Ruhui's supervision—without Du Ruhui's backing, how could he possibly confront Jiang Wang now! He knew this gambit was a test not only for Du Yehhu but also for himself. Du Ruhui was testing Du Yehhu's loyalty and his own capability. After the incident at the Yellow River Assembly, his loyalty would never again be trusted, and if he could not demonstrate sufficient value, showcasing the results of his efforts during this period, he was acutely aware of his likely fate!

He exerted every ounce of his strength, joining forces with Du Yehhu, and finally managed to inflict a degree of injury upon Jiang Wang, perfectly utilizing the existing conditions and executing everything flawlessly. He maximized his capability... this was sufficient. He was, of course, willing to kill Jiang Wang, but if it meant fighting to the death, he would surely flee faster than anyone. And at that time, Du Ruhui's arrival was too coincidental. Precisely as Jiang Wang was escaping, precisely as Du Yehhu was on the brink of death. He had ample reason to suspect that Du Ruhui had been monitoring the battle all along. As the saying goes, a thousand soldiers are easily obtained, but a single general is hard to find.

Indeed, among the younger generation of Zhuang, none could compare to Du Yehhu. That was prestige earned through genuine combat, sword by sword and spear by spear, fighting as a vanguard and covering the rear in retreat. Even he had heard of Du Yehhu's valor. If it were someone else, perhaps they might think that, under the circumstances, rescuing Du Yehhu was more important to Du Ruhui. Du Yehhu was a major general of the military, Du Yehhu was the future of Zhuang...

But Lin Zhenren, of course, would not think that way. Du Yehhu was undoubtedly a born general, undoubtedly valiant, pure, and useful. But compared to the potential threat that Jiang Wang might pose in the future... it should not even be a consideration. With Jiang Wang already injured, killing him directly and shifting all responsibility onto Du Yehhu, was it truly impossible? Du Ruhui had already left the territory under the guise of preventing Du Yehhu's recklessness! A person like Du Ruhui must have planned everything in every detail, ready to adapt in any situation. What prevented these pre-arranged plans from being executed?

Could it be that Du Ruhui truly could not kill Jiang Wang? Or was it completely impossible to conceal and shift the blame? Were there other powerful individuals present at the time? Lin Zhenren was unaware of the great battle between Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui against Huang Jinmo and Zhu Weiguo, and the subsequent peace talks. From his perspective, his meticulously orchestrated performance this time was the entirety of the operation. Hence, he was very curious about the reason.

However... Du Ruhui merely said in a calm voice, "You are tired as well. You may withdraw first." Lin Zhenren's heart tightened. He knew he had spoken inappropriately; this matter was not to be questioned. He understood all too well how profound the thoughts of this great Zhuang State Prime Minister were. All the warmth just now was merely a tacit illusion. If necessary, Du Ruhui would not even frown when crushing him to death. Although a stormy sea raged in his heart, bringing forth a thousand thoughts, he no longer spoke a single unnecessary word. He simply bowed respectfully in farewell and departed.

Du Ruhui sat alone in his chair, quietly contemplating various matters concerning the state, without looking at Lin Zhenren's retreating back. He did not need to place too much pressure on this person. Lin Zhenren was a very "perceptive" individual; as long as he was made to see the benefits, he would be sufficiently submissive. His abilities were also outstanding; anything entrusted to him could be handled appropriately. As long as he could be kept under control, he could be used, and used very effectively. In terms of trust, relatively speaking, a person like Du Yehhu was more reliable. Unfortunately, he was too impulsive, a general rather than a commander. Thinking of this, Du Ruhui couldn't help but press his forehead.

Lin Zhenren, Du Yehhu, Li Jianqiu, Fu Baosong. These young people each had their uses, but also their flaws. If Zhu Weiguo had not defected, there would be no need to worry about Lin Zhenren's future. If Dong Ah were still here, he wouldn't have to worry about these matters... Thinking of this face-to-face confrontation with Zhu Weiguo this time, Du Ruhui couldn't help but feel a sense of weariness. Time had proven that he had not been mistaken then; Zhu Weiguo was indeed the most outstanding genius of Zhuang. However... Man, after all, does not possess eyes that can see through time. Even with the most profound wisdom, even after contemplating for a long time and making the best choice under the current circumstances... When placed within a historical segment, measured over time, it might instead be the wrong choice.

Of course, right and wrong are merely relative concepts. The whip marks suffered on Mount Yuqing behind him still ached faintly. But Du Ruhui allowed himself only one sigh. After that sigh, all signs of fatigue were wiped away. He was once again the Great Zhuang State Prime Minister with a firm grip on affairs, once again in control of this four thousand li of rivers and mountains.

He rose to his feet, his steps light. When he landed again, he was already in a military camp. On his face, there was no sign of weariness, weakness, or anything of the kind. He stood tall and erect, his black hair like ink, resisting the passage of time. His eyes were deep and majestic.

But even when addressing a mere guard standing outside the tent, his tone was gentle, "Go and tell Du Yehhu that this old man has come to visit him. Ask if it is convenient to enter."

Du Yehhu almost never stayed in the residence bestowed by the Emperor. He always lived in the Nine Rivers Black Armored Army camp, integrated with his subordinates. He had rotated through all the border armies of Zhuang, either on the battlefield or on the way to it. Even when recovering from injuries, he stubbornly refused to stay in the comfortable Imperial Medical Institute, insistently returning to live in the military camp. Du Ruhui could, of course, have stepped directly into the tent, but young people with Du Yehhu's personality particularly needed respect. And he was willing to give it.

The guard entered and soon after, Du Yehhu emerged, haphazardly draped in a robe. Even when meeting the Prime Minister, he was not particularly concerned with his appearance. "Greetings, Prime Minister," he said, cupping his fist. His tone was also blunt.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, why did you come out to greet me? Didn't I say to wait for me to go in?" Du Ruhui reprimanded him with a mix of irritation and warmth, then glared at the guard, "How did you convey the message?"

Du Yehhu patted the guard's shoulder, signaling him to leave, and said, "With Prime Minister's presence, how could this subordinate not come out to greet you?" At least he had some manners. Though completely unlike Lin Zhenren's smooth demeanor. But to someone like Du Ruhui, who had seen through so much insincerity, it felt somewhat endearing.

Looking at this young man, prematurely bearded, the Great Zhuang State Prime Minister's voice held a hint of a smile, "It seems you still hold some resentment towards this old man?"

"Dare not," Du Yehhu replied gruffly.

"Let's go, let's talk inside," Du Ruhui said, and without waiting for Du Yehhu's reply, he lifted the tent flap and entered. The spacious military tent was empty inside, with hardly any decorations. Some military texts, some wine, a set of armor, and nothing else. Extremely austere.

Du Yehhu followed in without a word.

Du Ruhui casually flipped through the military texts on the desk, noticing that many places had illegible scrawled notes. Regardless of the content, which he couldn't quite understand anyway... at least the attitude was serious. "What do you think of Lin Zhenren?" he asked casually.

Du Yehhu couldn't fathom what was on Du Ruhui's mind, not understanding the hidden meaning behind the question. But long ago, Duan Li had told him that before Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui, one should never harbor intentions of competing in wit or bravery. Aside from guarding the deepest secrets in his heart, everything else should be done according to his true self, speaking the truth and acting genuinely. No pretense.

So he said, "I don't like him!"

Du Ruhui slowly turned the pages of the military text, seemingly unsurprised by Du Yehhu's answer, and said unhurriedly, "I only asked what you think of him, not whether you like him."

Du Yehhu's face was stern, his tone carrying a reluctant awkwardness, "He has some ability."

"Good, you can see others' strengths." Du Ruhui nodded in approval, then flipped a few more pages and asked, "Tell me, why don't you like him?"

Du Yehhu said in a muffled voice, "I don't know which of his words are true and which are false. I always have to guess what he means and still can't figure it out. It's tiring to be around him!"

The wrinkles at the corners of Du Ruhui's eyes deepened; he felt like smiling. But after all, he held the identity and demeanor of a Prime Minister. Thus, he merely said sternly, "You are both rising stars of our Zhuang, fellow ministers in the same court. How can you casually say things like not liking this person?"

Du Yehhu seemed very unconvinced, "You asked me, so I said it."

"Quite the quibbler," Du Ruhui shifted his gaze from the military text to Du Yehhu's face, "I see your injuries have healed nicely!"

"Even if they haven't healed completely, they are close." Du Yehhu stiffened his neck and said, "If you want to mete out military punishment, then do so."

Du Ruhui pointed a finger at him, "Ah, you, a reckless brute! When will you mature a bit!" This remark was very familiar, carrying a sense of elder's concern. If it were Lin Zhenren, he might have immediately knelt down and called him grandfather. Du Yehhu, however, merely stood there in silence. This was where he was inferior to Lin Zhenren, and also where he was more valuable than Lin Zhenren.

Indeed, Du Ruhui would never completely trust anyone. But a straightforward man, whose emotions are evident on his face, is always less guarded against.

Du Ruhui watched him for a while, then asked, "This time you unilaterally led troops to ambush Jiang Wang, I won't judge whether it was right or wrong for now... What do you think Lin Zhenren was thinking? Did he give it his all? Think carefully!"

Du Yehhu's face showed some unwillingness and resentment, but he still respected the Prime Minister's authority. He thought seriously for a moment, and then said, "I don't know what he was thinking. He seemed to hate him, but not intensely so. As for giving it his all... I can't tell. But his strategy was indeed formidable, and highly targeted, as if he understood Jiang... that person very well. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to injure that person at all."

In the ambush on Jiang Wang, from beginning to end, Lin Zhenren did not show his face once, making it difficult to say whether he truly went all out. Throughout the entire battle, only Du Yehhu had been fighting desperately. Du Ruhui made a point, "Jiang Wang has an enemy from a great sect of the world outside, who recently had contact with Lin Zhenren."

Du Yehhu fell silent. Duan Li had told him that when he didn't know what to say, he should say nothing.

Du Ruhui then asked, "Was it Lin Zhenren who told you about Jiang Wang's presence in Unredeemed City?"

"Yes."

"Then have you ever thought... why would he tell you this information?"

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it."

Du Ruhui's voice was very calm, "Think now."

Du Yehhu suddenly felt a pressure; he keenly sensed that this question might be fatal! But he couldn't think too much. He had no reason to think too much in front of Du Ruhui, after all, he loved this country so deeply, and trusted the Prime Minister so much that he dared to act out in front of him... He simply adopted a resigned attitude, "How would I know why he did?! You all speak in such roundabout ways!"

Du Ruhui looked at him, his tone filled with a mix of disappointment and anger, "You have such a big head on your shoulders, is it just for eating and drinking?"

Du Yehhu was clearly unconvinced, but he held back, saying nothing.

Du Ruhui continued to scold, "Don't you think about it, is Jiang Wang that easy to deal with? He's the number one on the River Observing Platform! How many lives do you have to throw away! You say you'll go and ambush him just like that? What realm are you in, what realm is he in? Who are your opponents, and who are his opponents?" He rambled on, scolding him thoroughly, as if genuinely furious about Du Yehhu's 'unauthorized action,' and then glared at Du Yehhu, "Say whatever you want to say, don't hold it in!"

Du Yehhu truly stiffened his neck and said, "Why can't I deal with him? Didn't he also get injured? He's not any more bird than me!"

Even though his emotions were not genuine, Du Ruhui genuinely felt a surge of anger at that moment. It was the anger of an elder towards a rebellious junior. He almost picked up the nearby table and smashed it on this fierce tiger.

"It was the people of the Southern Dipper Palace using you, it was those who had fought Jiang Wang in the Mountain and Sea Realm who provided the intelligence, it was that person named Yi Shengfeng who gave you the targeted methods, who gave you the precious formation plate, it was Lin Zhenren's myriad calculations, and you even brought our Great Zhuang's most elite army! But even so, even so!" Du Ruhui's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, "If this old man hadn't received the news and rushed over, you would be dead!"

Du Yehhu's chest heaved like a bellows, but he clenched his teeth and remained silent.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about the past." Du Ruhui let out a long sigh, feeling quite weary, "I just came to see you today. Since your injuries are fine, I will leave. There is still a mountain of matters in the imperial court..." As he spoke, a hint of anger resurfaced, "Can't you make this old man worry a little less? Not a single one of you is steady!" There was not a single affectionate word, but every word implied trust and closeness.

Du Yehhu simply replied in a muffled voice, "Okay."

Du Ruhui looked at him in this manner, and sighed again, saying earnestly, "Maple Forest City is an eternal pain in His Majesty's heart and mine, and it is also the shame and indelible scar of our Zhuang. You and Jianqiu are the only two remaining from Maple Forest City. I have great expectations for you. In the future, be more careful in everything, don't be so impulsive. Compared to seeking revenge, your steady growth is a matter of greater importance to our Zhuang. I do not wish to see you in trouble, understand?"

"Understood," Du Yehhu said, lowering his head.

"I hope you truly understand." Du Ruhui sighed again, patted his shoulder, and then stepped out, disappearing from the military tent.

In the spacious military tent, only Du Yehhu remained. The only piece of armor hanging in the tent cast a silent shadow.

Du Yehhu was indeed "knowing"... In his lowered eyes, there was not a hint of killing intent. He silently looked at the ground, as if in a daze. But his entire heart was almost shattered.

Du Ruhui... he actually dared to mention Maple Forest City. And he mentioned it with such righteousness, so grandly, as if the stone tablet outside the Maple Forest City domain inscribed a true story. As if the truth of those hundreds of thousands of people was truly as they had painted it. As if from beginning to end, he and Zhuang Gaoxian were merely victims of that tragedy. Victims of the evil cult, victims of traitors...

Du Yehhu slowly raised his head, his face almost expressionless. He was not good at acting, so Duan Li had told him that when he couldn't control his emotions, he should just keep a straight face, just get angry—he couldn't be sure if anyone was observing him at this moment. And the person who would teach him was no longer here.

He simply walked slowly to the pile of wine jars placed in the corner of the military tent. He unsealed the lid, and deeply, deeply sniffed. Craving it!

He replaced the lid on the wine jar and silently sat back down at the desk. He picked up the opened military text and began to read it distractedly.

He actually "knew"... Although he was reckless and impulsive, he was not stupid. He knew that the news of him and Jiang Wang being sworn brothers had been exposed. He knew that this day would come when Zhao Erting died in the border conflict with Yongguo some time ago. It was normal for soldiers to die in battle, and Zhao Erting's death was hardly worth a fuss. Except that he was an old subordinate who had followed General Du Yehhu through thick and thin, except that he had once been a small soldier under Du Yehhu's command, traveling far to Maple Forest City Daoist Academy to deliver a message, except that he knew Du Yehhu and Jiang Wang had a deep friendship, except that it just so happened that Du Yehhu had left for rest shortly before...

The entire process of the conflict was too normal. Border skirmishes, especially on the Zhuang-Yong border, had never ceased for a single day. The story of Du Yehhu personally slaying the enemy to avenge him, this heartfelt tale, was perhaps worth a bowl of wine. The only abnormality was that Zhao Erting's body had been tampered with; there were not only knife wounds on Zhao Erting's body. Du Yehhu believed that Zhao Erting would say nothing. But sometimes, a person's body cannot keep secrets for itself.

He should have thought of this day when he failed to make up his mind to kill Zhao Erting to silence him. So when Lin Zhenren secretly approached him, talking about Jiang Wang's whereabouts, he didn't say a word and directly dispatched troops to attack. He couldn't not act, couldn't not give his all, couldn't not deploy elite soldiers. If there was even a hint of hesitation, the days and nights he had spent in Zhuang would be in vain. If he made even one mistake, Duan Li would have died for nothing!

He wasn't afraid of death. But what was he striving for, staying in Zhuang for so long, enduring injuries from sword and mace? What was it for that Duan Li, like a teacher and father, sacrificed his head to gain the trust of the Zhuang monarch? So, during the confrontation with Jiang Wang, he did indeed fight with his life on the line. Lin Zhenren was with him the whole time, and Du Ruhui was perhaps hidden in the shadows all along. He had not a single moment to escape, or to send a message to Jiang Wang. He knew the current power gap between him and Jiang Wang, knew that even if he gave his all, he couldn't do anything to Jiang Wang. But when he unexpectedly met Jiang Wang at the bottom of the mountain burial pit, and Jiang Wang almost subconsciously shifted his sword edge... Heaven knows how much pain he was in!

He was sure that Jiang Wang could understand his intentions, could feel his pain. In that boundless, brilliant flame, for a moment, he truly felt that it would be better to die! At that moment, he used the power of the military formation wrapped around him to protect his subordinates, throwing them all out of the sea of fire, charging towards Jiang Wang solely with his own person. He truly considered, perhaps he should just die like this, leaving all the hatred and responsibility to Jiang Wang. And it was this suicidal intent—which convinced Lin Zhenren and moved Du Ruhui. Lin Zhenren would never be able to bravely face death. And Du Ruhui knew how rare the courage to face death was.

After all, he lived. Having lived, he could no longer evade. Jiang Wang had given him the same trust as always, and how could he leave such terrifying opponents as Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui to Jiang Wang alone?

Now... perhaps the test was passed. At the cost of his own brush with death. Such tests had occurred before, and perhaps would again in the future. Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui would never completely trust anyone. And he could only endure.

He forced himself to concentrate on the military text in his hand. He was not clever; his mind was far from as sharp as Zhao Laowu's. So when he thought about something, he had to be very serious, to think about it repeatedly. And the book before him still contained a lot of content, waiting for him to painstakingly understand. The vast sea of books, the boundless sea of people.

Jiang Wang, dragging his injured body, changed into a straw hat and rain cloak and left alone. He was filled with wariness towards Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui; the unease in his heart could not be alleviated. But at this moment, there was nothing he could do. He could only walk faster, so that at least he would not be a burden to others.

Zhu Weiguo understood that pair of ruler and minister better than he did, and was also more powerful than he was. Senior Brother Zhu had said that Unredeemed City was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. Beyond the unknown space behind the Unredeemed City Lord, there was also the legend of Huang Weizhen's shroud... Perhaps Jiang Wang should worry more about himself. It was true that Du Ruhui would not personally act again, true that Yi Shengfeng was currently too busy defending himself, and it was hard to say whether he would encounter that audacious fellow who didn't care about Qi's majesty.

He held his sword, each step taken very steadily. In this life, most of the time, one must walk alone. He had long been accustomed to it. Long been accustomed to it.

"Hey, friend!"

Just by the city gate, a strangely dressed young person called out to him. This young person appeared to be only about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in silk clothes, wearing a colored belt around their waist, and boots on their feet. They carried a bronze box on their back, painted with complex patterns. They had short hair reaching their ears, and their face was symmetrically painted with a few lines of colorful oil, which did not obscure their clear and handsome features. Their eyes were bright and focused, staring intently at Jiang Wang... at the Ruyi Immortal Garment beneath his rain cloak.

The protective effect of this Immortal Garment was truly not good, especially relative to the intensity of battles Jiang Wang frequently encountered now. Perhaps the damage from previous times was too severe, and even after automatic repair, it was not as good as before. In short, in the battle just now, after its defense was weakened by the Myriad Ghosts Devouring Spirit Array, Du Yehhu's heavy mace strike caused him to vomit blood, but the Immortal Garment itself was not damaged. He didn't know what made it 'Immortal' aside from its automatic repair and arbitrary appearance change. Thinking carefully, it had truly never defended against anyone.

But this unfamiliar, strange young person seemed to adore it. "Do you sell this clothing?"

The short-haired young person's eyes remained fixed, and as they spoke, they casually took out a cloth bag, lifted it, and gently shook it. Inside, there was the sound of Yuan Stones colliding. "I'll give you twenty such money bags."

Jiang Wang subconsciously distinguished the sound, hearing that there were ten Yuan Stones in this bag. However, of course, he dared not sell something bestowed by the Qi Emperor, and simply said, "It's my own."

"Ah, like this..." The young person's voice carried regret. They finally shifted their regretful gaze from Jiang Wang's clothing to his face hidden beneath the straw hat. "In that case, I'll leave you an address. Whenever you change your mind, feel free to contact me. You can name your price."

"No need," Jiang Wang said expressionlessly, walking outwards.

"Hey, hey, hey." The young person rushed forward two steps, their fingers agilely flicked, and a gilded invitation card popped out. They held it between their fingers, blocking Jiang Wang's path.

"Big Brother, take it. If one doesn't plan for the distant future, one will have worries in the near future. What if something happens to you in the future and you need money?"

He didn't know which family had raised them. Judging by their attire, their lavish spending, and their confident demeanor, their background must be extraordinary. However, although the address "Big Brother" was affectionate, the content of the words was truly not pleasant to hear. How could someone who had never met him casually curse someone to have problems in the future? If they had Yin Guan's ability, that would be something!

But Jiang Wang was too lazy to bother with such a brat. He casually took the invitation card, his steps unbroken.

"Hey, you're being too perfunctory. I haven't taught you how to use it yet!" the young person said.

Whose child was so annoying? Jiang Wang was in a hurry to travel, in a hurry to find a place to recover from his injuries, and truly had no mood to chat with him. "I know how to use it. Go home and eat quickly, I just heard your mother call you!"

"You're lying!" the young person said indignantly, "My mother died long ago."

Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment, feeling a little apologetic in his heart. "Anyway, I'll remember it. I'll find you when I want to sell the clothes."

"You're lying again!" The young person was very angry. "How can you be like this?"

"I'm not lying to you, I really remember," Jiang Wang said helplessly.

"This 'As Face' Post is something I just made. How would you know how to use it?" the young person questioned unhappily. They had the peculiar stubbornness unique to young people; they must have rarely encountered any difficulties.

Only then did Jiang Wang seriously weigh the gilded invitation card in his hand. He opened it with some doubt, only to see that the card was blank. He realized that he indeed did not know how to use it. What was this thing?

Fortunately, the young person also came closer, saying confidently, "Well, when you need to find me, use Dao Yuan to write my name on the card, and it will point out the nearest place where you can contact me, based on your location. How about it, isn't it very convenient?"

"It does sound very convenient." Jiang Wang recalled the 'Guidance Chariot' he had used in the Maze Realm, and looked at the young person with some surprise. "You made this yourself?"

At this moment, he noticed that this young person was carrying something that blocked observation, making it impossible to see their true depth... Neither the strength of their Qi and blood nor their Dao Yuan could be seen clearly. Thus, it made them feel even more mysterious.

"That's right," the young person spread their hands. "It's a very simple little thing. Anyone with hands can make it."

"...Alright, I understand." Jiang Wang felt that his current physical condition was not suitable for interacting with people of such mysterious origins. He clearly maintained his distance. "See you next time."

"I've found that you're a real big liar," the young person said, dissatisfied, putting their hands on their hips. "You didn't even ask for my name."

"Then, may I ask for your name?"

"I'm a girl, you should say 'may I inquire about your honored name'."

"What?" Jiang Wang was startled.

This young person, who looked and was dressed and built like a boy, glanced down following his gaze, and their ears instantly turned red. "What are you looking at!"

Jiang Wang quickly explained, "Ah, there's no difference, ah no, I mean I wasn't looking at anything."

This gender-ambiguous young girl glared fiercely at Jiang Wang for a while, but in the end, she didn't continue to argue with him, and simply said, "My name is Xi Xiangyi. If you are willing, you can also add the character 'Mo' before my name."

"Mo Xi Xiangyi?"

"I mean, I can also be surnamed Mo—forget it, suit yourself," the young girl waved her hand. "Anyway, whenever you want to sell this clothing..." She pointed a finger at the name card in Jiang Wang's hand, "Contact me."

Can be surnamed Mo. Carrying such a bronze box. Can make 'As Face' Posts themselves... Jiang Wang fell silent for a moment. "I understand."

Mo Jingyu had just left, so why had the strange girl from the Mo family come to Unredeemed City again? Carrying such doubts, Jiang Wang ultimately left the city alone.

Outside Unredeemed City, there was no official road; walking out led straight into the wilderness. The wind of the four wilds suddenly drew open the curtain, bringing with it a sense of desolation. The person wearing the rain cloak lowered their straw hat and gradually walked away.

At this time, beyond the blue sky, for whom do the flying feathers await the misty clouds?