Perplexity might be the toughest tribulation in the mortal world, for the hardest part is not knowing how to overcome it, even with the ability to reach the heavens, you might find yourself at a loss.
When pondering over everything the King Yun had said before his departure, Lin Suqing, whose conviction was already firm, couldn't help but waver again—truly unable to see clearly, not even who he was, let alone other entanglements.
Aside from reassuring himself with the thought that the boat will straighten itself when it gets to the bridge, he truly didn't know how else to let go.
"Zhui Feng."
Taken by surprise, the dog's son was stunned, finding Lin Suqing's call so unfamiliar. He used to dislike being called a dog's son, but now hearing the words "Zhui Feng," many feelings of loss arose within him.
"Five years ago, the 'acquaintance' who often left things outside the little cabin was from the Demoniac Realm, wasn't he?" The question didn't seem much like a question.
