"That's fine, take care of yourself first, then we'll head to the Capital together!"
"Alright!"
At the peak of Shushan, Jiang He looked at the Heavenly Book in his hand, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He had chosen the right person after all; the years he spent helping him weren't in vain.
Chen Yuan didn't speak much with Jiang He. After expressing his stance, he cut off contact with him. After all, everything he needed to know, Moluo had already told him.
There was nothing more to ask.
Catching up was unnecessary—after all, it had only been a few days in seclusion, not a long separation.
Anything that needed to be said could be discussed on the way to the Capital.
His only regret was that this brief time was not enough to kill Nangong Lie, with only a few days left until the sacrifice to heaven, removing preparation and travel time, there wasn't much time left.
Nangong Lie would have to live a few more days.
