"Sir..."
"I'm getting a little tired of that title." Feng Dingchu, walking ahead, stopped and looked back at her.
For some reason, Chu Qianli felt a deep sense of loss in his eyes.
Of course, his mood had nothing to do with her.
It seemed as though he always carried many sorrowful things in his heart, yet his face often bore a smile.
This man, as gentle as jade, what kind of pain had he endured to become this way?
"A Chu," she called out.
Feng Dingchu's heart jolted, and he found himself almost amused.
To go from "Sir" to "A Chu" was quite a leap.
"I am your elder..."
"Being old and not being respectable, you don't act like an elder at all."
Chu Qianli hurried after him and pressed a small bottle into his hand: "This medicine won't cure your rhinitis, but if your nose gets blocked, a spray will clear it."
Although rhinitis was truly difficult to cure, and most medicines were merely symptomatic treatments, for a rhinitis sufferer, being able to breathe freely when their nose was blocked was the greatest happiness.
Feng Dingchu received it as if it were a treasure.
The worst was having his nose blocked while sleeping at night; it was truly torture.
"Alright, for this bottle of medicine, I owe you a favor. In the future..."
"Do you only remember owing others and not remember others owing you?"
She wondered if this kind of personality could be considered too kind.
"You've helped me so much, allowing me to return to myself. In that regard, I owe you."
"Good, you still owe me. I will collect it from you in the future."
He truly left this time.
He told her to go back and be with the people she should be with, but she didn't know who would be by his side on this New Year's Eve.
She assumed, none.
He appeared optimistic, but in reality, he was very lonely.
For so many years, he hadn't even dared to show his true face. His past must have brought him unbearable pain.
After returning to the Imperial City and helping her change her face, would he leave then?
"A Chu!" Chu Qianli didn't know what she was thinking as she suddenly chased after him again.
Feng Dingchu stopped once more and looked back at her: "What is it?"
"You're only thirty-two. In my hometown, that age is still considered young and handsome."
He didn't understand what she meant.
Chu Qianli's voice drifted with the gentle breeze: "Don't live like an old man. You're just a young man. Live like a young person from now on!"
Feng Dingchu stared at her blankly for a long while before curling his lips into a faint smile.
"Okay."
This time, he truly left.
His steps, though seemingly slow, carried him away from the mountaintop in an instant.
Watching his disappearing back, Chu Qianli let out a sigh of relief.
She felt a strange sense of loss.
He had done what he needed to do, helping her regain her face, thus fulfilling his promise to Feng Wuya.
Would he be leaving the Imperial City next?
Would she ever have the chance to see him again in this lifetime?
After all, he was Wuchenzi, a reclusive master who appeared and disappeared without a trace.
How many people wished to meet Wuchenzi, but spent their entire lives without the opportunity?
Would she never see him again?
She felt a touch of… loss.
Chu Qianli returned to her previous spot, packed her tent and belongings into the Qiankun Chain, and then headed towards the exit of the dense forest.
However, before she could even return to the Xuan King's Mansion, she was intercepted by a group of people!
The leader of the group sent to apprehend her was Jinghong, the personal guard of Feng Qihe!
"Yu Linglong, how dare you escape from the King's Mansion! Guards, seize her!"