He Qing stepped forward, leaned down, and put his ear to his father's lips.
As Weixingzi spoke, word by word, He Qing's heart trembled more and more, finding it all increasingly incredible.
"At the time, the heavenly secret involved was too great. The Frost King asked me about it, but I did not dare to speak.
If I had told the Frost King, the Celestial Dao would have surely retaliated. Not only would this old man's body have perished and my Dao vanished, but not a single soul in all of Tianjin City would have survived.
What I have just told you, you must not repeat to anyone, and you must never write it down on paper.
You may only pass it on to the next City Lord when you are on your deathbed.
Do you understand?"
"I understand, Father!" He Qing nodded emphatically. "Your son will remember!"
"Good."
Weixingzi nodded.
