He was never one to rely on luck, and the reason for his decision was only one...
Appreciation of talent.
Perhaps, aside from that, there were some hidden thoughts he wasn't even aware of.
He wasn't sure if the Qing King could really reach that stage, but he was gambling everything, entrusting the future of the Human Race to one person.
Even if that person was his grandfather.
......
Spring rain lingered over the small town.
A horse-drawn carriage opened its curtains, revealing a pure and immaculate face, capable of expressing both annoyance and joy, full of youthful exuberance.
The young girl extended her hand, letting the tiny raindrops fall onto her palm, feeling quite delighted.
"Qing'er."
A slightly annoyed voice came from inside the carriage.
The girl called Qing'er stuck out her tongue and obediently pulled her hand back.
She was about to speak back but suddenly saw something that made her quickly drop the curtain like a startled rabbit.
