Yu Shangrong remained silent.
Ji Qingqing said, "Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you about it."
Yu Shangrong only smiled faintly in response to her words.
"If it weren't for him, do you think I'd leave Yu Province so easily? Don't think I listened to you and left just because you resemble him. Yu Zhenghai is his Eldest Senior Brother, after all. If I kill Yu Zhenghai, he would hate me for life."
"…" Ever since Yu Shangrong challenged the elites from the various paths with his sword, he had gained a strong following of admirers. His fan base consisted of Eight-leaf elites to common civilians of all gender and age. However, those who had seen his face were few and far in between. Those who were worthy of facing him in a battle usually did not live to tell the tale.
"Alright, I've said enough. I should get going now," Ji Qingqing said.
"Wait," Yu Shangrong said.
"What?" Ji Qingqing asked.
