On the way to the holy mountain, Luo Jiujiang briefly told Han Qianling about his encounter with Dong Shuangyu on the way.

"He showed you the way and said he saw me coming in this direction?" Han Qianling asked thoughtfully, "But I've never met him before."

“…”

Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling looked at each other, and both of them frowned slightly.

"Back when Ni Kui and I were chatting, Qinghui seemed to have brought Dong Shuangyu to see you. What did you talk about then?" Luo Jiujiang asked doubtfully. "Speaking of which, I was very curious back at Qidao. Qinghui and him must have fallen in love with each other over a long period of time. Yet, I had never heard of this person before Qinghui personally introduced him to me during the Qidao Competition."

"His original form was Chiwen, one of the Nine Clans. When the leader of the Misty Wave Realm changed, the old Chiwen disappeared. I thought the entire Chiwen clan had been wiped out, but I didn't expect there was still a Dong Shuangyu left."

Han Qianling's expression was unfathomable, and it seemed as if he was thinking about something. "As for the time he came to see me, it was to apologize for the Dragon God incident ten thousand years ago."

Luo Jiujiang's brows twitched, and a complex expression of sighing emotion suddenly appeared on his face: "This is the first time in history that you've received such a serious apology."

"It's the first time, but there's nothing much to say." Han Qianling had a calm expression on his face, and it was obvious that he found it boring to think about that incident again.

At that time, Dong Shuangyu's shocking kneeling frightened Yue Qinghui who was standing beside him. However, Han Qianling and Dong Shuangyu, who were at the center of the incident, were both indifferent and apathetic.

Because they all know that what’s past is past.

That mess from ten thousand years ago was like a ball of yarn that had been tangled countless times and rolled through mud and paste over and over again. Although Han Qianling still held the only source in his hand, the other end had been forever mired in the quagmire, and it was no longer possible to trace it clearly in the rolling dust of history.

In a sense, whether it is the nine human tribes or the four symbols, their time wheels have been running forward for thousands of years, and only Han Qianling is still left on the other side of memory.

He was forced to sink into the abyss of hatred by his nominal father, the Dragon God, who had forced hatred into his palm. Fortunately, Luo Jiujiang was willing to hold his hand when he was young and ignorant, and stumbled with him through the long quagmire.

So what can Han Qianling do to Dong Shuangyu who came to apologize, or to ask for forgiveness?

He constantly suppressed his evil thoughts and hatred, sometimes even unable to distinguish whether this was a mission born to him, or an obsession forced upon him by his dying dragon body. Upon closer inspection, every human and demon he encountered, every mountain, sea, and river he trod, was a target of his vengeance—yet, even if he slaughtered until the very sky and earth turned pale, and the three thousand worlds were drenched in blood, would his vengeance ever be fully avenged? Would his hatred ever be fully repaid?

I'm afraid that before that, Han Qianling had already become a mad shell who had lost his mind and was only filled with murderous intent.

He could only pretend to be blind, and what he saw every moment was not the blood color left over from ten thousand years ago. He then helped Dong Shuangyu up with his own hands, and as their eyes met, he said tacitly, "There's no need for this, White Tiger Envoy. I will not hold you accountable for what happened."

Dong Shuangyu once asked him, "Is this for Young Master Luo, or for you, Palace Master?"

Han Qianling calmly asked back, "Jiujiang and I are one and the same, so what difference does it make who we're doing this for?"

Dong Shuangyu half-lowered his eyes and smiled, his long eyelashes casting a trembling shadow on his skin as white as mutton-fat jade. "I understand, it turns out it's because of Master Luo."

“…”

Perhaps it was because his original form had a fish tail and he had lived in the sea for years, but Dong Shuangyu always spoke with a hint of water, making his voice seem dull and ordinary. "The road ahead is different, Palace Master Han, please take care."

He nodded to Han Qianling for the last time, then turned around and held the hand of Yue Qinghui who was standing not far away.

This was all that was exchanged between the two during their last brief meeting.

"He gives me a strange feeling." Han Qianling concluded: "Dong Shuangyu's aura and Dao heart seem to be a little off."

Luo Jiujiang had just dealt with Dong Shuangyu a few days ago, but even with his sharp Dao Source and his consciousness struggling out of the chaos, he didn't notice anything. He asked, "What's wrong? Is it the wrong way to be a pawn like Ni Kui?"

"On the path of cultivation, he doesn't seem to be obsessed with pursuing the Great Dao, but rather is honing a kind of Dao heart that I have never seen before." Han Qianling carefully considered and assessed Dong Shuangyu's depth. "He is not following the path of the Nine Clans, but he is not following the usual methods of cultivation for humans either."

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Perhaps it was because one couldn't talk about people during the day and couldn't talk about ghosts at night, Luo Jiujiang had just discussed Dong Shuangyu with Han Qianling for a while when the figures of Dong Shuangyu and Yue Qinghui appeared in the spiritual sense of the exploration in front.

The two of them stood on the roadside, looking relaxed, their spiritual senses open as well, but Luo Jiujiang cleverly bypassed them. They looked like they were saying goodbye, and it was obvious that they were waiting for Luo Jiujiang.

Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling exchanged a glance, and then tacitly exchanged greetings with their spiritual senses. Luo Jiujiang nudged Yue Qinghui with his spiritual sense, while Han Qianling greeted Dong Shuangyu.

The contact of consciousness was merely basic courtesy, and within a short time, the four of them were once again facing each other. Yue Qinghui's joy at seeing Luo Jiujiang again wasn't fake, but Dong Shuangyu, on the other hand, remained unfazed by either honor or disgrace, bowing once to Luo Jiujiang and the other two.

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