Teenage boys change every day. Back in Yanhui Town, as Chang Geng was always under his nose, his daily growth was not at all obvious. He could only tell that he was growing taller by the fact that his pants kept getting shorter. But as they were separated for over a year, Chang Geng's accumulated changes had suddenly turned the teenager unrecognizable.

His head had already caught up with Gu Yun's tall figure, his once thin flesh had started to bear the resemblance of an adult. The unbelieving look on his face only flashed by for a moment; it was immediately covered by his newly learned calmness.

Gu Yun let his horse walk in the same spot for a moment, thinking to himself with a blank expression: "Can't hit him now."

It's not that he couldn't, but since Chang Geng was already a man, if he used the punishment meant for little children, it would not be a lesson, but humiliation instead.

Year after year, there was no difference for Gu Yun: time rushed by, joyless and meaningless.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt the ruthlessness of time. He had only blinked once, but his little Chang Geng had hurriedly grown up. All the days that he had missed, he would never be able to make up for them.

Gu Yun finally realized that Chang Geng was fifteen heading onto sixteen. In another three or four years, he would move to the Yan Bei Wang Manor and leave his wings of protection. What was the concept of three or four years? Perhaps it was only enough for him to return to the capital at least once, then all that was left in their fate was only one more reunion?

After a year, Marshal Gu, with the heart the size of a bowl, finally reacted.

He dismounted from his horse, walked straight to Chang Geng, and calmly said with a darkened expression: "Follow me."

Chang Geng's gaze had not left his face; he could not bear to look away even an inch. Gu Yun still had a shallow wound on his neck, coming straight from the Northwest desert, it didn't have time to heal. Chang Geng struggled to find his own voice: "Yifu, why have you come?"

Gu Yun snorted coldly and sullenly walked out of the market.

Even his way of talking has completely changed, he thought sadly as if he had just lost something.

The officers and men who followed Gu Yun ran up to him: "Grand Marshal, that monk has run away, will we continue to pursue him?"

"Pursue," Gu Yun agreed, "Post the wanted notice throughout the entire city, fish him back out even if he jumped into the sea!"

Officers and soldiers: "Roger!"