After coming out of Jiaoshan, Asher Mo was like a clay sculpture or a wooden carving, his eyes were slightly straight, and he walked forward in silence.
Standing at a fork in the road, he was lost in thought.
The war was over, the sun was rising in the east, the morning glow washed away the darkness of the night, only the scent of dew and grass remained among the trees, like greasy rouge and powder, floating in the morning light.
He turned around and looked at the towering peaks. Then he looked at the road ahead. If he went straight, he would reach Linling Island. Finnegan Xue and his uncle were waiting for him there, waiting for an explanation, an answer. But he couldn't go on, he had to go to Longxue Mountain.
Asher Mo vaguely understood that Master Xiang Zui actually knew much more than he thought, otherwise he would not have remained so calm when he saw Emperor Taxian. Perhaps because of this, he became more and more at a loss, not knowing what was waiting for him ahead.
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