I intend to leave this courtyard and all my possessions to you; of course you are welcome to come back.

Jiang Yan's dark eyes met his master Ling Ling's eyes, and his voice was low, seemingly pleading, "Master, don't lie to me..."

The boy's bright black eyes welled up with tears, looking wet, as if he had suffered some injustice.

Shu Yun softened her voice and comforted her, "Why would I lie to you? You can come back anytime."

Jiang Yan gazed at the person standing in front of the master bedroom, his eyes lingering, etching that person's face into his mind again and again.

A gentle breeze suddenly rose from the courtyard, lifting the identical blue Taoist robes worn by the two. The person who had changed Jiang Yan's life had his hands tucked into his sleeves, exuding a cool and extraordinary aura. Although his appearance was ordinary, his eyes, clear as ice and snow, were exceptionally striking.

Master always seems so carefree and easygoing, not caring about anything. His tranquil and desireless nature truly makes him worthy of the Taoist robe he wears.

Jiang Yan lowered her eyes, lingered no longer, and slowly walked towards the door.

He didn't want his master to be celibate and abstinent, he thought.

It's best to care more about him, pity him more, and share the attention and expectations that are usually placed on Feng Ziyi with him. He firmly believes that he can do better.

Outside, Feng Ziyi and the others urged them on. In this chaotic world, with its strife and widespread suffering, it was also a good opportunity for strategists to showcase their talents.

Guan Qin led his disciples on a journey through various countries, broadening their horizons and teaching them the art of imperial power. The more they saw and learned, the more firmly they could stand in this chaotic world.

The wind rises and the clouds surge; the clouds roll and unroll.

The boy whom Shu Yun casually saved began his extraordinary life.