A moment later.
Under Ye Yu’s guidance, Han Gu arrived at Han Yuexi’s Divine City.
Peering down the deserted street, his expression grew complicated.
To any outsider, it must have looked like an ordinary marketplace—nothing to fuss over. But to Han Gu, this scene felt hauntingly familiar, for it matched exactly the image he had left behind in his Reflection Stone.
Nearly ten million years ago, Han Gu had been a mortal cultivator in the human realm. As he ascended, he used the Reflection Stone to preserve one last memory of the bustling market—a final keepsake of his mortal life.
Later, he cultivated in the Celestial Realm, then advanced into the Divine Realm, where he met his wife and welcomed two children: Han Yuexi and Han Qianzhang, a daughter and a son. Everything unfolded naturally. At that time, Han Gu had just entered the Golden Divine Stage, his humanity and divinity emerging in tandem. His divine nature dominated, leaving him little warmth for Yuexi. As a child, Yuexi’s greatest joy was gazing at the scenes within her Reflection Stone. Though brief, she never tired of watching.
Children deprived of parental affection cling to other comforts. As Yuexi grew and matured, she no longer depended on her parents. Han Gu, meanwhile, advanced into the Ancient Divine Stage and fully separated his human side from his divine side, suppressing his humanity deep within. It was then that Qianzhang was born. Han Gu lavished love on Qianzhang, never sparing any companionship. Only then did he truly feel like a father.
Years later, each solar eclipse drove Qianzhang into a berserk state. Anxious, Han Gu and his wife searched everywhere for a cure, entrusting Qianzhang’s care to Yuexi. That single departure lasted nearly a hundred thousand years. Han Gu felt he had deeply wronged Yuexi but never knew how to make amends. Seeing this empty city, he felt a fresh pang of regret. The deserted streets reflected Yuexi’s chill heart.
Han Gu sighed softly, then said, “Boy, from now on, treat that girl Yuexi well.”
Ye Yu, walking ahead, suddenly frowned. What was this about? Had Han Gu decided Ye Yu was Yuexi’s future partner? Ye Yu’s brow tightened as he hurried to explain, “Senior, I’ve told you many times: Yuexi and I are just friends, not daolu partners!”
“Friends? Friends!” Han Gu’s face went stern, his gaze darkening. “She calls you so intimately and you still deny it? Pfah—what a scoundrel! Do you lack the courage to admit it?”
His right eye was ringed with a comical bruise courtesy of Little White’s playful strike, making the reproach oddly amusing. Ye Yu opened his mouth, then closed it. No matter how he explained, this obstinate old man refused to listen. As for the name Yuexi—he was simply following Han Yuexi’s own affectionate address. Why wouldn’t Han Gu let it go?
Weary of further explanation, Ye Yu broke into a run toward the city’s center, intending to drop the old man off with Yuexi and make his escape. But to his surprise, the central district lay empty. There was no sign of Yuexi. She wasn’t here? This posed a problem.
He saluted briefly and left the spot. Han Gu, meanwhile, quickly penned a letter and left a Communication Stone behind. Then he concealed himself and silently shadowed Ye Yu.

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