"Senior brother, you're actually more talented than me. If it wasn't for the state affairs, your achievements would've long surpassed mine." Ling Yichen said seriously.
"Everyone has their own mission and wishes. Since I'm the ninth Prince, I have to take up my mission." Fu Chengyu said, not the least bit disappointed. As for his wish ... He hoped that Yichen would live well and that Chuxi would live well too.
Ling Yichen felt a deep sense of respect for Fu Chengyu. He was moved. Everyone had their own mission, and for the sake of this mission, Fu Chengyu had given up his persistent pursuit of martial arts without any regrets and was willing to stay in the secular world. And what was his mission and ideal? Ling Yichen recalled the oath he had once made, and Ling Chuxi's bright and beautiful face appeared in his mind.
