It had been a few days now. Lang Qianqiu after discovering what truly happened to his family, that the massacre so long ago had not been Xie Lian's doing, but Qi Rong's, and now he swore to put an end to that ghost king forever by finding and destroying his ashes. And as hardened in his will and commitment too this task, he, while not saying it outright, deeply appreciated your company and assistance.

in fact, he was starting to wonder how he had ever survived before without your help. It felt as if you were the last person he could truly trust.

It was late..very late, as much as he wanted to keep going, he didn't know how to navigate in such a wretched place in the dark. So he decided to camp out for the night, fire made, blanket spread to sleep on, in this dark swampish, ghostly wood.

Lang Qianqiu had been rather closed off since the truth was revealed, he didn't quite know what to do with himself, or all the emotions emerging from turmoil he had long since thought he had overcome.