Du Youqian said not a word on the road to the nearby county town.
He just walked, slowly and steadily.
Neither Old Fu nor Qing He dared to disturb him. After the previous night's bloodshed, their image of Du Youqian had become inscrutable and profound.
Du Youqian wasn't silent because he looked down on mortals and couldn't be bothered to speak.
Instead, he was focused inward, sensing.
He had actually felt it the previous night, but he hadn't investigated it deeply.
Human Dao Fortune... a considerable amount had accumulated in his body. While it was far less than what he had gathered in his previous life, he had, after all, only been alive for eighteen years in this one.
The daily trickle of Human Dao Fortune had, little by little, accumulated into an amount that could now be put to use.
He could only say that the boy, Du Yuxi, was quite sincere. Du Youqian had made him Emperor, and he had truly repaid the debt—and had continued to do so for several hundred years.
