The room was empty and desolate, beaming a silence as profound as death. The master and disciple, one standing and one sitting, looked even more forlorn.
"Master!"
Huang An softly called out.
Zhao Dun sat limply in his chair, his eyes vacant, showing no reaction.
He continuously repeated a phrase, disjointed and vague, and Huang An couldn't quite make it out.
However, he did catch a few keywords - "Pengzhou," "Ying family," and "can't go back."
The master, originally not a Zhao, was apparently born a Ying from Pengzhou.
Where is Pengzhou, and why did Master say he can't go back? Is this because of me?
Huang An was filled with doubts and his mind was foggy.
"Master..."
Huang An called out again when he noticed something abnormal about the master's condition.
"Leave, and don't return to Youzhou City within half a year," Zhao Dun said in a flat, almost listless, tone.
His spirit seemed utterly drained following the departure of Princess Consort Qi.
"Master..."
