Chu Qianli suddenly understood why Lan Qing wanted to escape on his own.
Dressed in the State Preceptor's robes, Lan Qing, in that white garment and veil, completely concealed all his emotions and desires.
Standing before everyone now, standing atop the altar, that figure seemed clear and pure, epitomizing the very idea of unsullied jade purity, but no one could see just how lonely he was.
He had returned once again, to the golden cage wrought from the most precious materials.
To him, this golden cage had confined him for over twenty years.
The outside world was said to be splendid, but he never dared to step out easily.
Had not someone intruded into Lingjiu Hall this time, capturing his attention, perhaps he would have never stepped out even now.
When his master was still alive, he had continuously reminded him.
