"Master, what exactly is going on? What happened?" Cui Wenyan asked upon hearing Tianmiao’s words, feeling a little more settled inside and continuing to press for answers.
"I originally intended to watch over you as you grew, but so minor issues have arisen that I need to handle. However, on the road ahead, you will have soone accompanying you." Tianmiao reached out and gently patted Cui Wenyan’s head, "You have quite a few friends now, Wu Yihao, Liang Bing, Yan Qing, and even family..."
"Family?" Cui Wenyan was taken aback. She was an orphan, where would the family co from?
"Your brother." Tianmiao smiled, moving her hand to gently swipe Cui Wenyan’s forehead, "Your mories should be unlocked now."
Cui Wenyan felt a dizzy spell as a multitude of images flashed through her mind.
Tianmiao turned her head to look at King Yan who suddenly appeared beside her, speaking softly, "As for how to handle this Ghost King, that is for you to decide. I need to initiate a Ti Reversal in this city. Let your subordinates leave first."
"Yes, my lord." King Yan looked at the person clutching their head nearby, his once expressionless, stern face showing a hint of concern.
"It’s fine, just a mory restoration." Tianmiao spoke up.
Yan Qing stood petrified in place, linking Tianmiao’s words together and seeing the attire of the man that appeared, as his mind raced.
Is this King Yan? The one Master Tianmiao worships daily.
Brother?
Cui Wenyan’s brother? King Yan?
Huh?
Does Cui Wenyan have such a powerful backer?
The boss of bosses?
"Brother..." Cui Wenyan finally lifted her head slowly, her eyes misty as she looked at King Yan, tears shimring in her eyes.
"You rember ?" King Yan asked excitedly.
"I rember, I rember." Cui Wenyan nodded continually, yet the tears couldn’t be stopped from falling.
A long ti ago, King Yan was not yet King Yan, but simply an honest rural youth. He and his young sister leaned on each other for survival. To give his sister a better life, he resolutely joined the army, climbing step by step with his exceptional martial skill and extraordinary bravery to beco a general renowned as a war god by the people. King Yan returned ho victoriously, preparing to retrieve his sister, entrusted to a fellow villager, only to be shocked by the calamity before him. The village had been struck by a plague, leaving none spared.
King Yan was overwheld with grief, unwilling to accept this reality. He left with his sister’s remains, wholeheartedly desiring to revive her, but this was practically impossible.
Later, King Yan also passed away, arriving in the Underworld, where the forr King Yan told him that his bond with his sister had ended. The plague was not a natural disaster but man-made, and his sister’s soul was already unstable. After dying unjustly, her soul was destined to dissipate.
King Yan was in utter anguish, and the forr King Yan inford him that if he desired his sister to be reborn, he needed to assu the mantle of King Yan, govern the Underworld, balance the yin and yang of the world, and maintain peace.
Without hesitation, King Yan agreed. The forr King Yan found a way to recover his sister’s remnants, nurturing them before sending her soul for reincarnation.
This was a long and arduous journey, for his sister had been a simple-minded child, not a normal person in life.
King Yan was the Wish Maker, with a simple wish for his sister’s happiness and joy.
Simple, yet not simple.
What is the definition of happiness?
Each person’s definition may differ.
Yet witnessing the scene before him, as Cui Wenyan flung herself into King Yan’s arms and he enveloped her tightly, perhaps, the wish had been fulfilled.
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