Fang Yu felt an inexplicable stir in his heart.
He slightly turned his head, glancing at Ye Wenjun's profile.
Still exquisitely peerless.
Beautiful beyond words.
Just like her personality, seemingly gentle as water, but in reality, fiercely loyal.
Fang Yu did not speak.
He gently rested his hand on her shoulder.
Ye Wenjun's body trembled slightly, offering no resistance...
...
Early the next day.
Fang Yu went alone to Jin City in Ze State.
Returning to the Lu Family.
Everything had changed beyond recognition.
The streets were desolate, the flow of people sparse.
Only some frail and sick were sitting in front of their houses, guarding the deserted roads. Occasionally someone would shout, laying out their stalls.
Fang Yu sighed.
"The ways of the world are ever-changing."
From an old man, Fang Yu learned that since the Lu Family's Nine Layers Hall was destroyed, the descendants of the Lu Family scattered one after another, leaving their homeland behind.
