When Qing Chen spoke in front of the microphone, the n and won in the safe house felt their blood boiling.
They were staying here, waiting day and night.
When everyone in City No. 10 was in despair, they stayed here to broadcast interesting things for everyone.
Sotis they had to rack their brains for jokes, stories, and even perform comic dialogues and stand-up cody.
Sotis they played music, sotis they broadcast news, but more often they encouraged everyone not to give up, making all the listeners believe that one day the Parents’ eting would return to City No. 10, stabilizing their foundation here.
It was precisely because of their dedication that this radio station gradually beca a spiritual support for so many people.
However, sotis even they wondered if holding on really had any aning.
At this mont, Qing Chen’s voice was being transmitted outside through the radio, that wireless signal wavering in the air and flying to distant places.
With the limited information he had, Qing Chen made the choice he believed was the most correct, though he wasn’t sure if it would yield any results.
This might be the most distinct characteristic that allowed Qing Chen to succeed on his journey, even if he lost his mory and turned back into that 17-year-old high school student who knew nothing, he could still see through the chaos to the right destination.
The safe house quieted down again.
As they waited, the young person in charge of the radio said, "Can I take a photo with you?"
"Huh?" Qing Chen had never experienced such treatnt before and wasn’t quite used to it at the mont.
Looking at those expectant eyes, he could only awkwardly agree, "Okay... but don’t use my photo for any comrcial promotions."
The young n and won were amused, finding this quite absurd.
They all ran beside Qing Chen striking odd poses, with even a couple squatting in front of him and kissing to commorate the mont.
Qing Chen: "..."
Soone asked, "Boss, is soone coming to pick you up?"
Qing Chen shook his head, "I’m not sure either."
...
...
A mont earlier.
On Ginkgo Mountain, Qing Ji was sitting in a small house halfway up the mountain, staring intently at the chessboard, his mind nearly twisted trying to figure out the next move.
With his level of chess, how could he possibly win against the old man?
Ever since Zero defeated the old man on the chessboard, this old man had been playing chess with him for two days, as if trying to recover the ga he lost to Zero through him...
Seeing that he was cornered on the chessboard, Qing Ji changed the subject, "The battle on the frontline is intense, shouldn’t I be there?"
The old man replied calmly, "You’ll just be another A-Class expert there, but staying with is more useful."
Feeling a bit deflated, Qing Ji said, "But you can’t be so willful, the person who beat you is Zero, why not play with her instead of ..."
The old man admitted, "I can’t win against her. It’s not that I love playing chess, I love winning."
Qing Ji: "Uh this..."
"Alright, I won’t make it hard for you today, accompany for a walk," the old man put the black and white chess pieces back into the box and took Qing Ji to the mountaintop. He leaned on a nearby stone stele and asked, "Qing Ji, do you know why the room of the Qing Clan House Master is halfway up the mountain?"
"Why?"
The old man said, "It’s a reminder from Qing Zhen, our ancestor, that the summit’s stele and those who sacrificed for Qing’s Family are above the Family Head... I feel guilty toward Qing’s Soldiers."
Just as he finished speaking, a mute servant climbed up the steps joyfully, hugging a radio running up.
The mute servant placed the radio into Qing Ji’s arms, gesturing in sign language: The radio just said the young master is slaughtering in City No. 10! The young master is back!
Qing Ji suddenly turned his head, "Really?!"
The mute servant gleefully signed: When have I ever deceived you, old master, I know what’s important! The young master is really back!
At this mont, Qing Chen’s voice ca from the radio, "This is Qing Chen, I’m back, co get ."
Qing Ji said, "Old man, I’ll go fetch him to see you."
The old man replied, "No need to co to Ginkgo Mountain, go directly to the battlefield, he’s needed more there."
"Understood," Qing Ji nodded, "Now that he’s beco a God, the West Continent is no more than a fragile piece of paper."
The old man smiled and shook his head, "He surely hasn’t fully regained his mory, otherwise he’d go to Caral Bar to find Qing Shen first, instead of using the radio to inform us."
Qing Ji was puzzled, "But didn’t you say that as long as he returns, the final battle would have no problems? I rember you ntioning the final enemy needed to be killed by Qing Chen himself?"
The old man patiently explained, "I never said the final enemy was the people of the West Continent."
Qing Ji was stunned, "The Puppet Master?"
The old man nodded.
Only then did Qing Ji realize, the old man had never regarded the West Continent as the most formidable enemy; their plan and ultimate target had always been the Puppet Master Zong Cheng lurking in the shadows.
"Are you seeking revenge for Ning Xiu and Qing Zhun?" Qing Ji asked.
The old man remained silent, Qing Ji knew he was right.
At that mont, he finally understood why Zero said the old man might not be a qualified leader, but was certainly a qualified father.
This statent referred to everything the old man arranged for Qing Chen, as well as the sacrifices he made to avenge his son and daughter-in-law.
The Puppet Master must die.
"But how did you know the final battle would be against the Puppet Master, didn’t you say the heavens and earth chessboard can no longer foresee the future?" Qing Ji asked curiously.
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