Published: March 8, 2025
CHAPTER 257: Until We Meet Again, A Promise is a Promise!
If someone were to be in the dim woods of the Central Third Heaven right now, they would be astonished to discover that the Golden Face Blossom contained within the Amethyst Jade Bottle was exactly the same as the shiny color surrounding Tan Tan at this moment.
As dawn approached, Diwu Qingrou walked slowly to the window, opened it, and inhaled the night breeze coming toward him, his face calm and unmoving.
He stood there facing the wind for a long time before finally turning around, picking up the Amethyst Jade Bottle from his desk, tucking it into his bosom, and then walking out.
Before long, Diwu Qingrou's tall and elegant figure appeared outside a concealed courtyard, which was evidently under the tightest security.
Diwu Qingrou presented a token, and the guard, Gaozi, silently withdrew, clearing the way.
Diwu Qingrou walked in, showing another token to open a secret passage.
After displaying a total of nine different tokens, Diwu Qingrou finally arrived at an underground secret chamber.
Four old men in white robes were sitting cross-legged in front of the chamber, their eyes slightly closed.
One of them sensed the movement, slowly opened his eyes, and two beams of substantial golden light shot out. When he saw Diwu Qingrou, his brow furrowed, and he said, “Diwu family’s Qingrou? Why are you here again?”
The other three remained silent, eyes closed, resembling wooden figures.
“I came to see that person. I need to confirm some things,” Diwu Qingrou respectfully bowed.
“Confirm some things?” the old man in white asked.
“Yes,” Diwu Qingrou replied, “The pill refined according to the law has already exploded.”
“Oh?!” Upon hearing this, all four old men in white robes opened their eyes simultaneously: “In other words… the matter is settled?”
Diwu Qingrou took out the jade bottle, shining in his palm, and smiled gently, saying, “If what that person said is true, it should be settled.”
When the four old men saw the shimmering golden color, they couldn’t help but exchange glances—though they all forced themselves to remain calm, the surprise in their eyes was evident.
“Go in,” one of the old men in white said lightly.
Diwu Qingrou lowered his head, his eyes flashing with deep meaning. “Settled” and “settled”… were they the same?
The chamber door creaked open, revealing a crack, and Diwu Qingrou waited quietly until it was wide enough for a person to pass through, then walked in leisurely.
The four old men outside kept their eyes closed, and when Diwu Qingrou entered and the chamber door creaked shut, they all simultaneously opened their eyes, their expressions complex as they exchanged glances.
“What a pity.” The old man in the center sighed deeply.
“It is indeed a pity.” The other three nodded in agreement.
“The Grand Elder values Diwu Qingrou, and it's not without reason,” said the old man in white softly. “Inside, there is an elder of the Three Star Holy Clan—ever since the news spread among the higher-ups of the clan, the Zhuge family has become excited. Even the patriarch's face turned slightly red while waiting for this door to open; when entering, he even quickened his pace. Often, before the door even opened, they were already crowded at the entrance.”
“But Diwu Qingrou has been quietly waiting. I’ve observed carefully; he has come three times, and each time his expression hasn’t changed at all,” the old man in the center lamented. “From a small detail, one can observe the whole. Only by looking at the small can one truly understand a person. Diwu Qingrou’s self-control and heart—among the younger generation of the Zhuge family, there are few who can be compared to him.”
“Indeed, it is a pity. Why is he not a member of the Zhuge family…” another old man said softly. “However, it is fortunate that as a family retainer, Diwu Qingrou is still very loyal to the clan.”
The old man in the center’s gaze flickered, and he said coldly, “If not for this, would I allow him to live until now?”