Suddenly, Yan Baixiang had an epiphany.
In the past decade, he had experienced many things, which allowed him to discern something.
He couldn't help but show a bitter smile, but then he came to terms with it all.
His mother, perhaps with his stepfather by her side, that might be the best companionship. And the fact that his stepfather was so good to him, perhaps it was mostly for his mother's sake...
...
...
"Xiang probably has sensed something," Song Cheng said.
Su Mengzhen replied, "So what if he has sensed it? What does it matter?"
Song Cheng chuckled.
A few steps later, they were greeted by White Tiger Guards who escorted them to the entrance of Yaochi Peak.
The entrance was not so much a mountain path as an uphill route, the path already flattened by the trampling multitude, made firm underfoot.
