As the deep night arrived, even though the Fire Spring gradually faded, Qin Ming could clearly see with his Newborn's Eye the figure standing on the dark peak shrouded in immortal fog—Uncle Cui Qi.
Cui Hao was from the direct lineage of his clan, and with remarkably high talent, he was one of the future pillars of the Cui Family.
Qin Ming felt that perhaps he knew where his grandfather had gone.
On the beautiful peak, covered in night fog, Cui Hao stood silently. He had been standing here for a long time, watching the boy on the opposite slope with concern.
His face lacked color, looking as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
He had once gone to the Western Border Battlefield, engaged in fierce battles with demons, narrowly escaping death, and had been recovering until now.
Cui Hao withdrew his gaze, feeling ashamed to face his nephew. After coming out of seclusion, he realized many things had happened, but none could be changed.
