Between her full head of black hair, a strand or two of inconspicuous gray hair had begun to appear... a clear sign of overwork.
And all of these were reminders to Song Cheng of one thing: his loved ones and his beloved were all aging and eventually, they would die.
When that day really came, he didn't know how much sorrow he would feel.
So...
"When we reach the Imperial Capital, you and Madam Tong should practice martial arts together, practice hard until you reach the Qi Realm. Once your body is healthy, everything will be all right," he had said.
"What about the Yingui Association?"
"You should find some deputy directors, establish some protectors, messengers, and so on... The bigger the power grows, you can't possibly shoulder it all alone."
"But the secret of Ting, it must not be known to others."
"Then we'll just stop here, and let Ting return to being the obedient little girl she once was..."
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...
"Hoot..."
"Hoot hoot..."
"Hoot hoot..."
