On the spirit mountaintop, within the small courtyard, the light in Qiu Min's eyes dimmed once more. Initially, upon seeing Mount Tai "resurrected from the dead," she harbored a bit of hope, wondering if Feng Wujiang, like Mount Tai, had erased his battlefield marking and remained hidden all these years.
But hope remained just that—hope.
If he were truly alive, he wouldn't have remained unseen all these years, nor would he be absent from his daughter's life.
Feng Wujiang, ultimately, has long been dead.
"All these years, where have you been?" Qiu Min tidied her emotions and asked.
"Wandering here and there, with no fixed abode," Mount Tai replied with a smile.
"Why did you feign death? Were you hiding from someone?"
"Not at all, Senior Sister Qiu. Don't overthink it. Some matters are unclear when you're part of them. Only by stepping outside can you see them more clearly."