t this last stage of his life."As I promised you before, I won't go back on my word. But let me reiterate, Shaolin can be the foremost righteous sect in the world, it can open its temple doors wide an...Chapter 1373 Wang Shu hasn't paid his respects yet.

Ten miles outside Jincheng City, at the Welcome Pavilion.

King Ning sat in the pavilion drinking tea, with several strategists behind him. Guards surrounded the pavilion, sealing off the entire official road for the day. Other citizens had to use other city gates to enter and exit.

"Haven't you arrived yet" asked the Prince Ning.

A strategist behind him replied, “News just arrived that they're already five miles out. It should be almost time in another cup of tea.”

King Ning looked gloomily in the direction of Guandao and said, "When was this Welcoming Pavilion built"

The strategist immediately replied: “It was twenty-one years ago when King Ning first arrived in his fiefdom. The magistrate of Jincheng led the soldiers and civilians to build it specifically to welcome the prince.”

The King of Ning chuckled and said, “Twenty-one years. I've been here for twenty-one years, haven’t gone back in all that time. The prince who was once a mere babe, knowing nothing but crying, eating, and sleeping, has now grown up and even deliberately sent me out to greet you.”

Everyone could hear the resentment in King Ning's words, but no one dared to respond.

The Prince Ning sighed.

If Zhou Changshou were here now, he would surely understand my thoughts and feelings and say something to comfort me.

It's a pity...and his head was starting to feel slightly fuzzy.Fueled by alcohol, he gazed at Zhao Rui under the candlelight. Tonight, she seemed particularly radiant and captivating.The loose imperial robe draped...