"Is Xiao Rou … still … alive?"
Dongfang Zhaoyang spat out the words with much difficulty. His hands clutched the corner of his shirt tightly. His hopeful eyes made Zhang Xing unable to open his mouth.
Xiao Rou was his first wife.
They were only together for a short three years in their lives. After that, they went their separate ways. They didn't even get to see each other until their deaths.
Zhang Xing didn't answer immediately. Instead, he sat on the stone steps at the side. His legs were apart, and his hands were naturally placed on his knees.
He lowered his head and looked at the busy ants moving food into the cave.
Dongfang Zhaoyang looked at Zhang Xing's actions. His eyes flashed with pain.
He let go of his nervous hands and leaned against the rattan chair. He sighed deeply.
He already knew the answer.
"When did she die?"
"When she was 60 years old, her old injuries relapsed. She died of depression. Before she died, she kept calling your name."
Zhang Xing's eyes reddened. He still didn't look up.
Dongfang Zhaoyang's tears flowed like a river …
Zhang Xing took out a cloth painting from his storage ring and handed it to Brother Zhaoyang.
"This is a portrait of Senior Xia Xiao Rou based on your description."
Zhang Xing had a special skill in his previous life. He could draw based on descriptions. It was almost the same as drawing it in person.
He knew that Xia Xiao Rou was the love of Brother Zhaoyang's life. He took the time to draw this portrait as a consolation for Brother Zhaoyang.
Dongfang Zhaoyang seemed to have aged a lot in an instant. He trembled as he opened the painting.
What entered his eyes was a familiar portrait.
"Xiao Rou …"
She was still young and beautiful. She looked weak. It was as if the real person was in front of him.
Dongfang Zhaoyang was instantly immersed in the past.
After a long time, he carefully put the painting away.
"Brother Zhang Xing, thank you. Thank you!"
Zhang Xing looked up. "Senior Xiao Rou might have left, but she left behind a few hundred descendants for you."
"Elder Brother's lineage finally has a successor."
"It's just that they aren't doing well. The Li family has their eyes on the treasure map you left behind. Although they aren't in any danger for now, there will be trouble in the future."
"Why don't you all come with me to the Heavenly Dragon Sect? That is where the Skyline Mountain Range is located. It will be convenient to search for treasures there. The Li Family will not dare to rashly make a move."
"Alright, we'll do as you say. I'll pack up and set off immediately."
Dongfang Zhaoyang came out in less than three minutes.
"There's nothing much to bring. I'll just take some of the medicinal pills that I usually concoct and my alchemy tools. I won't be coming back for a while."
Zhang Xing knew that while Old Brother Zhao Yang was refining pills to break through to the Four Star War Elder, he was also refining some Marrow Cleansing Pills to improve the physique of his juniors.
From this, it could be seen how strong his longing for his descendants was.
"Eh?
That's not right. Brother, the time isn't right. You went from Falling Sky Ridge to Heavenly Eagle City, and then to Horizon Mountain. "
"Then you went to the Imperial Capital and then back to Falling Sky Ridge. That's not enough time, right? How did you do it?"
As he was about to leave, Dongfang Zhaoyang suddenly thought of this as he was calculating the route.
Zhang Xing chuckled. "When I went there, I was slightly slower. Other than taking the teleportation array, I flew on my dragon."
"When I came back, I arrived in a blink of an eye."
Zhang Xing looked at Old Brother Zhao Yang's face of disbelief and didn't say much.
He grabbed Old Brother Zhao Yang's hand and opened the list of time and space portals. He found Little River Town and tapped lightly.
Dongfang Zhaoyang only felt a flash of white light and instantly felt that he was in an unknown space. Before he could investigate carefully, the scenery in front of him changed.
"Old Brother Zhaoyang, we've arrived at Little River Town."
Zhang Xing let go of his hand.
Dongfang Zhaoyang's eyes were filled with confusion as he turned his head and observed his surroundings.
"Brother Zhang Xing, you're not joking with me, right?"
He was indeed confused. The unfamiliar surroundings made him realize that this was definitely not the area of Falling Sky Ridge.
The Red Shirt Tree beside him wasn't a forest that grew in the west of the Damo Nation. It was a plant that was unique to the Imperial Capital.
Could it be that he had really arrived at the Imperial Capital?