Leaving Xia Longyuan behind, Zhao Changhe took a detour to the northwest, heading straight for Yanmen.0

Along the way, his mind was occupied with many thoughts, yet they were a jumbled mess, so much so that he might just as well not be thinking of anything. Fortunately, there were no accidents on the road. 0

When night arrived, Zhao Changhe decided to stay in an inn that was along the way. He looked out the window at the moon, his mood still indescribable.0

Xia Longyuan had told him that he should have come earlier.0

And indeed, for him, there was nothing he could not tell his “daughter and son-in-law.” There was not really any point to him having made blind guesses all this time, it was just laughable. Besides Zhao Changhe, even if Xia Longyuan were to tell Vermillion Bird, the Wang Clan, or Maitreya… what could they really do?0

A person who had no desire for the throne or descendants was invincible. Anything others did was meaningless in his eyes.0

He actually wished for him to have come earlier, to give him a boost, to advance faster… as he was too slow…0

He wondered what Chichi’s...0