Qing Chen knew that Qing Zhun left the battlefield at the last mont of his life. As for where he went and whom he saw in his final monts, even Qing Chen didn’t know the answer.
Now seeing the Door of Shadow, it ant that the Qing Ji in front of him was the person his brother had chosen.
"Did my brother spend his last monts with you?" Qing Chen asked.
But Qing Ji shook his head: "Not with ; he just instructed that the Door of Shadow be left to ."
"The white ginkgo leaf on your chest, is it to commorate my brother?" Qing Chen asked.
Qing Ji nodded: "The forty-nine days of mourning aren’t over yet."
Qing Chen said: "Do you have another ginkgo leaf? Give one."
Qing Ji seed to anticipate Qing Chen’s request. He took a ginkgo leaf from his sleeve and handed it to Qing Chen: "Wear it."
Qing Chen carefully pinned the ginkgo leaf to his chest, gently stroking it with his forefinger.
The Door of Shadow was like a ssage, a ans by which Qing Zhun used taboo items to tell Qing Chen who was truly trustworthy.
Qing Chen trusted Qing Zhun’s judgnt, so he believed Qing Ji’s invitation to City No. 5 had no malice.
Qing Ji was not an enemy.
"14 days, arrange as you wish. I also want to see what you intend for to do," Qing Chen said calmly.
Qing Ji glanced at him: "No need to be overly tense; it’s not as if we’re forcing you to a battlefield. I’ll give you ten more minutes to finish your business."
Qing Chen first looked at Da Yu and Zard: "The only task is to help send God’s blood to Luo Wanya. I’ve already slid down the north slope of Mount Everest and might leave directly upon return. Ni Ergou will be waiting for you at the foot of the mountain to open the Key of Gate for you."
Zard was heartbroken: "Is it ti to say farewell already?"
"By the way," Qing Chen looked at Da Yu again: "Make sure not to stray too far from Zard. He can be easily targeted because he’s not very quick-thinking. You have the Death Shroud; if anything happens to him, make sure to save him quickly. The two of you would be best off heading to the wilderness settlent to lend a hand to Yangyang."
Da Yu smirked coldly: "No need for your reminder."
Qing Chen then looked at Chen Jiazhang: "Uncle, where do you plan to go next?"
"Just muddle through the days," Chen Jiazhang said indifferently: "I heard the Fire Pit is about to have a brewing festival; it’s a good chance to drink."
Grand Elder: "The Fire Pit doesn’t welco you."
Qin Yiyi: "The Fire Pit welcos you."
Grand Elder: "..."
Qing Chen did not urge Chen Jiazhang to pull himself together; knights must walk their own paths.
He finally looked at Qin Yiyi, hesitant to speak, and ultimately only said: "Take care."
With that, Qing Chen turned and headed toward the Door of Shadow.
Qin Yiyi moved to follow Qing Chen, but the Grand Elder held her back firmly.
It was only after Qing Chen disappeared into the Door of Shadow that he let her go.
Qin Yiyi said softly, feeling wronged: "It was so hard to see him, why did you do that!"
The Grand Elder whispered: "Did he say any parting words to you? Didn’t you hear his identity? Such a person wanting to beco the Qing Clan House Master only harbors ambition and power. Their lives are dedicated to their careers, and their future doesn’t include you!"
Qin Yiyi pouted: "He just doesn’t have the ti to consider such things now. I understand him; so many people are his responsibility, he can’t afford to consider these things."
"Little ancestor, stop comforting yourself," the Grand Elder said with exasperation: "Co ho with ."
With that, the Grand Elder dragged Qin Yiyi by the wrist southwestward, like a stubborn little mule being pulled along, much to the Grand Elder’s exhaustion.
Chen Jiazhang jovially followed: "I think little Yiyi is quite good, pure."
"Mind your own business," the Grand Elder glared back: "Stop ddling in Fire Pit’s affairs."
Chen Jiazhang raised his eyebrows: "Is that how you talk? We just helped block the Chen Clan forces for you!"
"Pauch!"
The two old n argued for a long ti, until their faces were flushed, and their mouths were dry.
During a break, the Grand Elder said, "Yiyi, give the water bag, I need a drink... Yiyi?"
The Grand Elder turned around, only to find Qin Yiyi had vanished without a trace.
The Grand Elder jumped in frustration, three feet high: "What a calamity!"
No need to guess, Qin Yiyi must have sneaked off to find City No. 5.
This girl had always been independent-minded.
Back then, she could secretly leave her family for the Fire Pit; now she could secretly go to City No. 5.
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Countdown 88:00:00.
Qing Chen stepped out from an alley, looking at the bustling streets, lined with signs everywhere, like Xiaolongkan, Dalongyi, Longyaoi, hotpot restaurants, and noodle shops everywhere.
Even a wealthy foot massage place was there.
This city’s vibe felt different, with a heavier air of everyday life and more bustle than other places.
Even the holograms above were of long chopsticks and steaming hotpots, with red oil bubbling and rolling in the pot, looking quite satisfying.
However, there was a problem: the ingredients stewing in the pot seed a bit monotonous...
Next, Qing Chen spotted PCE Investigators patrolling in the ordinary market areas, sothing rarely seen in other cities.
Furthermore, Qing Chen suddenly noticed a surprising detail: half the people in this city were wearing white ginkgo leaves.
Qing Ji was walking slowly ahead, and Qing Chen asked, "I thought you’d take directly to Ginkgo Mountain."
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