The city lord's mansion was quite lively at the moment, with many people gathered together, chattering about whether there was some conspiracy involved.
"We've always kept to ourselves and the cultivation world, so why are they inviting us?"
"Those cultivators have always looked down on us demon cultivators. Who would believe there's no conspiracy behind this!"
"Yeah, yeah, let's just forget about it! Why bother joining in the fun?"
"Just ignore them. We've been living peacefully in this corner of the world for so many years; they can't do anything to us if we don't go there."
After listening to the discussion below for a long time, Lord Zhuang sighed and said, "I can't make this decision. Let's ask for the young master's opinion!"
Yan Chenghuan stepped out from behind the screen: "I can't make that decision either."
Lord Zhuang looked at Yan Chenghuan's expressionless face and remained silent for a long time before waving his hand to disperse the people in the hall: "Never mind, come with me!"
The carriage slowly drove towards the snow-capped mountains outside Miluo City.
"How much do you still remember about what happened back then?" Lord Zhuang asked.
Yan Chenghuan said in a deep voice, "I remember everything."
I remember her melancholy smile behind the courtyard walls, and I remember a richly dressed man visiting them every month. Each time, he would argue with her, and they would part on bad terms. After each visit, their standard of living would decline; the vegetables she grew and the poultry she raised would be completely devoured. She would then vent all her anger on herself, enduring a severe beating. But after each beating, there would be an extra month's worth of food in the yard. He grew up under these repeated beatings until he was five years old.
Then he was sent to the State of Chen as a hostage. He thought he would never be beaten again, but he did not expect to face more humiliation.
He still remembered the day he left. In the Chu Kingdom, where it never snowed, snow fell all over the sky. He got into a carriage that didn't block the wind and walked into the snowstorm. He had no attendants, no luggage, and walked alone into the darkness.
Behind him, in a world draped in silver, wealthy families lit their stoves, gathered around the warm charcoal fires, and drank and laughed merrily. A man in black, cloaked, watched him leave.
Lord Zhuang sighed: "You always knew he was still alive?"
As Yan Chenghuan looked at the snow-capped mountains getting closer and closer, he said to himself with a self-deprecating smile, "If it weren't for that, I would have died long ago in the Chen Kingdom's palace. How could I have survived to this day?"
"Back then, this was the only way to protect you."
"I know, so I don't hate him that much. I just want to see him."
"He may not be the person you imagined, but... don't be disappointed."
Lord Zhuang patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.
Yan Chenghuan nodded, his face expressionless, but his hands clenched tightly involuntarily.
Despite the biting wind and cold air hitting her face, Yan Chenghuan felt no cold.
Just as he was about to step inside, a group of people rushed over.
Yan Chenghuan laughed and said, "You really can find things anywhere!"
Zhang Xu didn't know what he was talking about. She had run all the way here and was panting heavily, so she could only bend over and point to the mountain in front of her.
"Those people... went, went in this direction."
The direction she was pointing was towards the top of the snow-capped mountain.
Zhuang Xiyue followed her running up.
"Those cultivators have ulterior motives; they came in this direction after delivering the invitations."
Upon hearing this, Lord Zhuang stamped his foot in anger: "Are these people just like persistent ghosts?! It's been so many years, get out of here!"
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