He Lingchuan blinked. “Huh? You’re going back this soon?” Perfect.

“Well, the elixir of youth case has already been settled. State Preceptor Qing Yang isn’t getting away, and neither are those seven families. My royal father is extremely pleased!” The ruler of the State of Chiyan rarely praised his eldest son so lavishly, leaving Fushan Yue rather unused to it. “The task he gave me is complete, and whatever happens next is out of my hands. Besides, the Lord Emperor has no choice but to deal with State Preceptor Qing Yang, so he must be furious inside. He hasn’t given me a pleasant look these past two days. I have no interest in staying around and testing his temper!”

“As excellent as Beijia is, it isn’t where my heart longs to be,” He Lingchuan said with a smile. “Looks like this is where we part ways.”

He had too many secrets, too much karmic baggage. Lately, he was even planning to destroy Mount Xu’s Grand Spirit-Gathering Array. After that, there was no way he could remain in Beijia.

Fushan Yue looked reluctant to part. “You really won’t think it over? Once I return in triumph, the old man will definitely reward me handsomely. Your share won’t be small either!”

“Reward?” He Lingchuan gave him a sidelong look. “What reward can you give me?...