Chapter 188 An Old Friend

The final meeting place was a desolate mountain in the northern suburbs of the old city.

It was where Old Lu was buried.

Over the years, on every anniversary of his death, Lu Nanzhi would take the time to come here to commemorate her father, who died before dawn in Lion Lane... But it wasn't her who initiated the meeting here.

It was Zhao Xilai.

The Madam only brought two people on this trip.

Now that Song Ci was seriously injured and bedridden, needing rest, the only thing to be careful about was the safety of the journey. But with Gu Nanfeng present, there would be almost no accidents except for an [Apostle] attack... So the Madam didn't bother Mr. Gu Zhi of Nanwan, nor did she notify Zhou Jiren. She simply got up immediately after hanging up the phone.

Gu Shen and Gu Nanfeng accompanied her, arriving together at their final destination.

In front of the small desolate mountain, the old man who had issued the invitation had already arrived.

Right at the foot of the mountain, Cui Zhongcheng was pushing a wheelchair. The old man sat in the wheelchair, watching the fallen leaves piled up on the ground. The end of the year was approaching, and it was already winter. The autumn leaves on the desolate mountain had long fallen, piled up all over the ground, making a creaking sound when stepped on lightly.

Everything has an end.

The seasons return, winter goes and spring comes, but humans are not like that.

Birth, old age, sickness, and death cannot be reversed.

Gu Shen and Gu Nanfeng stood in the distance, silently watching the Madam come to the wheelchair and take Mr. Cui's hand.

Lu Nanzhi pushed Zhao Xilai, and the two of them stepped on the fallen leaves all over the ground, slowly strolling along a gentle mountain path towards the top of the small desolate mountain.

The old man sitting in the wheelchair, in the cold wind, his cheeks were not pale, but rather flushed with a delicate red.

"A dying man's last radiance."

Gu Shen watched the two of them walk away, and he spoke softly.

A wisp of blazing fire flickered between his brows.

Just one glance... and he could see the old man's state of decay in the wheelchair. Some things in this world cannot be hidden.

Old age is one of them.

The Huazhi banner can fly at the highest point of the capital because it has fought countless tough battles over the years, and has also won countless tough battles... The price of every victory is written in Zhao Xilai's white hair.

"Old Mr. Zhao can be called a hero..."

Gu Nanfeng watched the old man's receding figure and said softly without emotion, "Many people hope he will grow old sooner, but I hope he lives longer."

Jiangbei and Jiangnan, Changye and the capital, these are two "pioneer cities" that are mentioned together.

No one understands the weight and responsibility of "holding power" better than this young master of Changye... Carrying the banner is not just about the superficial glory.

The banner is too big, it is easy to fall.

Before the flag falls, people must break first.

In recent years, East Continent has advanced so quickly... A large part of the reason is because of the rapid development of the capital. A banner has stirred up the stagnant water, and everyone has "come alive."

How powerful a person is depends, in a sense... on how powerful his opponent is.

Leaving aside external factors and only considering the internal competition within East Continent.

For Changye, the capital is a respectable opponent.

And for Gu Nanfeng, who is about to return to Changye to reorganize the order... the old and new blood in that city need strong external pressure to stimulate their motivation.

If Zhao Xilai lived on, it might be a good thing.

Gu Shen understood Gu Nanfeng's meaning.

After a moment of contemplation, he asked, "When do you plan to leave for Changye?"

"Three days, five days, or maybe tomorrow?"

Gu Nanfeng narrowed his eyes, and he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. Those who cultivate the Arashi-giri should have a mind as clear as the blue sky, but after being entangled in trivial matters, even if the heart is like a bright mirror, it is inevitable that it will be covered with dust.

"裁决使(Cáijuéshǐ) Gu, would you like to consider taking a trip to Changye with me?" Gu Nanfeng smiled, but there was no joking meaning in his words. "The closer to home, the more timid one becomes. It always feels strange to go home alone. Having another Gu with me would be helpful."

Gu Shen also smiled.

In fact, he really had this plan... but he couldn't easily agree to Gu Nanfeng's invitation right now.

Gu Shen wanted to go to Changye because of his identity as the future leader of the "Ancient Text Society." To unlock the true meaning of the sentence left by Mr. Turing, he would have to go to Qingzhong to find Mr. Gu Changzhi.

He smiled and said, "The closer to home, the more timid one becomes? It should look like a triumphant return..."

Eight years since leaving Changye.

Returning to East Continent... Gu Nanfeng's strength is enough to win the official title conferred by the Federal Government.

What kind of concept is this?

In Gu Shen's understanding, this should be the youngest title in East Continent, a transcendent person with a faster cultivation speed than Senior Sister Luo.

Needless to say, with this level of strength, even in the Beizhou Fortress, his achievements must be remarkable.

"..." Gu Nanfeng hesitated.

He shook his head, "It's hard to explain in a few words. The current situation in Changye is very complicated."

For some reason.

When he saw Gu Shen... he always felt a sense of kinship.

It was different from the kind of kinship he felt when he saw Song Ci... When he saw Song Ci, Gu Nanfeng only felt relieved, because this was the "Apostle" he was looking for.

He had traveled all the way from Light City to get a token.

If he couldn't find the owner corresponding to the token at a critical moment... then his efforts would be in vain.

And the kind of "kinship" he felt when he saw Gu Shen... Gu Nanfeng himself couldn't believe it when he said it, he actually had a sense of consanguinity, the transcendent aura on this young man's body was hidden, and he could only observe a small flame.

But this wisp of flame exuded a spiritual rhythm that allowed him to relax.

The Gu family does have a saying about bloodline inheritance.

But... the only person who could make Gu Nanfeng feel this kind of rhythm.

Was one person.

A long, long time ago... Mr. Gu Changzhi.

After the [Apostle] incident ended, the more Gu Nanfeng looked at Gu Shen, the more complicated he felt. The spiritual rhythm emanating from the young man's whole body was too familiar to him.

The reason for hesitating.

Was because he had controlled the urge to confide some secrets... for example, in the last "Divine Advent" in the old city, everyone's thoughts were stagnant, including his.

And after everything settled down.

With one Apostle dead and one injured, everyone felt that this matter was a matter of course.

Only he felt incredible and incomprehensible.

The token he brought back... was the token of the Light Throne. If the battle rose to the "Divine Advent" stage, was the one who came forward to fight the God of Wine the Light Throne?

But the tomb keeper said that there was an anomaly in Qingzhong.

It was Mr. Gu Changzhi's Divine Advent that saved East Continent.

And the Source Tower's abandonment of Qin Ye's choice... further confirmed the reality of the Divine War!

In any case... this dangerous plan of deceiving the heavens was successful, but Gu Nanfeng himself couldn't understand how Mr. Gu Changzhi's Divine Advent occurred, and in that situation, who could he choose as a carrier?!