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Da Xia Palace, inside the study.

Seeing Chen Qiu deep in thought, the young man who had already taken off his cloak did not speak further. Instead, he quietly and cautiously backed out of the study, leaving the space to Chen Qiu alone, without disturbing him.

...

"Xiao Liu?"

Just as the young man stepped out of the study, Fat Long and the others who had been waiting outside couldn't contain themselves and crowded around, especially Fat Long who, with a face full of confusion, couldn't help but probe, "How long have you been with Brother Qiu?"

"For a long time."

Xiao Liu shook his head, "I know what you want to ask, but many things are not for a servant like me to answer. If Lord National Master wishes to tell you, you will naturally come to know."

Having said that,

Xiao Liu did not linger and withdrew, quickly disappearing from sight.

"..."

Fat Long looked at Xiao Liu's departing figure with a complex expression and did not speak; since Xiao Liu had said so, he naturally would not persist in asking further, feeling only that...

Brother Qiu seemed even more complex than he had imagined.

If Brother Qiu was the State Preceptor.

Did that not mean that Brother Qiu had lived for a very long time already? At least a hundred years?

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At this moment, the scholar offhandedly dropped a statement.

"Why?" Fat Long turned his head towards the scholar, puzzled.

After a moment of silence, the scholar softly said, "When I was still the prime Sword Cultivator of Da Xia, the State Preceptor guided me all the way to escort Ji Renjian, presumably trying to match us, though I personally have no feelings for Ji Renjian."

"But if Brother Qiu wants to betroth Ji Renjian to me, I can accept that."

"For Brother Qiu."

"Hmm..." After pondering for a long time, Fat Long still shook his head, "Let's ask Brother Qiu later, see how he decides. Although Ji Renjian is indeed the first beauty under the Heavenly Dao, a peerless beauty, she is, after all… already married."

"Unless you're into that, otherwise, I think you might feel a bit disgusted."

"But no worries."

"Later I'll help you refresh yourself, it's like returning from the whirl of the mortal world yet washed clean of vanity."

"In ancient times there was the warm wine cutting down Hua Xiong, today there is warm pressure washing away vanity."

"Uh..."

Halfway through, seeing the expression on the scholar, Fat Long suddenly felt a bit awkward, "Although I know this joke isn't very funny, you could at least react a bit, otherwise it feels quite awkward. And you don't have to take it too seriously, based on my guess, Brother Qiu probably just wants to give you the effect of having a Heavenly Dao Beauty like Ji Renjian."

The scholar did not speak, his expression somewhat bitter.

Brother Qiu had shown great favor to him, and he also respected Brother Qiu, whether considering his strength or his favor, he would certainly respect Brother Qiu's opinion. A Sword Cultivator, if he acts unrighteously and treacherously, his sword would no longer be effective at all.

A Sword Cultivator cannot harbor doubts in his heart.

But...

He truly had no feelings for Ji Renjian. If Brother Qiu truly intended to force this betrothal, he really did not know what would be best.

No wonder he suddenly felt this morning that the look in Brother Qiu's eyes seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

It was similar to the expression in the State Preceptor's eyes when he saw him years ago.

But back then, the State Preceptor did not look like this.

...

Chen Qiu sat in the study of Da Xia Palace, playing with the Illusion Stone on the corner of the desk for a while before pocketing it. This room where he had sat for many years felt familiar; he knew exactly how every mark was made.

The sudden restoration of his past life's memories.

Gave him a feeling as if he was newly reborn.

Only, the one thing he couldn't understand was why he had no obsession with chopping wood; why was it that every time he was reborn, the first thing he had to do was chop wood? Couldn't it be something else?

He had chopped so much wood in Fufeng City.

And chopped down so many people.

Only barely managing to get to where he was today, this world was indeed tough to live in, truly difficult.

After reflecting momentarily, Chen Qiu sighed deeply, not out of sadness, but a simple feeling that these several lifetimes had been too exhausting; he never felt tired before regaining his memories.

But once he regained the memories,

Knowing he had spent a thousand years trying to escape this Da Xia cage, made him feel somewhat weary; fortunately, the final outcome was positive, in the last life, he succeeded.

Leaning on his cane, Chen Qiu slowly stood and left the study, looking towards Fat Long and the others standing at the door without speaking.

Afterward,

Divine Sense swiftly spread out.

Soon, the current Emperor of Da Xia, Xia Xundao, supported by the Crown Prince and the Seventh Prince, came staggering over and immediately knelt down: "Your servant Xia Xundao, greets Lord National Master."

"Rise."

After a moment of silent composure, Chen Qiu softly spoke, "In a few days, I will be leaving Da Xia Country. You should know where I am headed, right?"

"I know."

Xia Xundao still knelt on the ground, his head bowed to the ground as he huskily said, "Xuantian Continent, Lord National Master mentioned it a long time ago."

"Hmm."

Chen Qiu nodded and continued, "There are a few things I need to instruct you on."

...

A cup of tea later, after finishing his instructions, Chen Qiu prepared to walk past Xia Xundao towards the palace exit, but at that moment the Seventh Prince suddenly spoke up, his eyes fervently fixated on him, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Master, may I come with you?"

Chen Qiu stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the passionately eager Seventh Prince. He had never officially taken the Seventh Prince as a disciple, merely sharing some tales of Jian Yi and teaching him a few sword moves during his spare time, and the Seventh Prince had assumed the title of disciple himself.