Just as some people say,
from eighteen to thirty, it seems like only a brief twelve years.
Yet it feels as long as a lifetime.
The events that happen in between can greatly affect a person's world view and become an obsession in their heart.
But the specifics, Lu Bu'er didn't feel right to ask.
About Sacred Mountain.
About Ghost Technique.
About what happened eight years ago.
Long Que always kept his lips sealed and said nothing.
However, he still needed to be on his guard.
For now, they were in a partnership.
But what about the future?
Wait a second.
No wonder Yuan Qing didn't want her to get in touch with this man.
And no wonder she insisted on accompanying her today.
Lu Bu'er glanced at the woman beside him, unable to discern her specific gaze, only able to see her snow-white delicate chin, but her stance was clearly protective.
Possibly, with Yuan Qing's intelligence, she couldn't have thought of the Ghost Technique.
