Stepping outside, I saw the bustling Martial Arts Street; even from afar, the shouts and calls of Black Mountain People could be heard at the street ends and alleys,
and their words revealed respect for the new Guardian, making Jiang Yi somewhat silent.
It must be said,
Song Chai Xin had become the person he desired to be.
Instinctively,
Jiang Yi didn't want to see it,
as Bai Qiuyi's words echoed, turning into a prophecy.
...
Black Mountain City, Martial Arts Street.
"Ah, what a lively place..."
White Autumn Yi walked out of Shaoyang Martial Arts Hall with hands behind his back, smiling placidly.
He glanced back at the hall, recalling the tiny imprint he noticed on Song Chai Xin, and couldn't help but squint: "Planted by Pei Nanbei..."
"Interesting."
"But it doesn't matter,"
"This child is destined to walk the same path as us; since the investigation clarified his history, it was inevitable."
