Hearing Tangyu's words, Qi Xingtian also fell into a slight silence, then gave a hoarse laugh and shook his head, "I have nothing to rely on. The world is vast, but where is my home? After more than a hundred years, everything has changed; there's nothing left worth reminiscing. For now, I don't have anywhere good to go, so I'll follow you."
Qi Xingtian was willing to follow him, and Tangyu was naturally pleased, nodding, "Alright, Senior Qi, let's go then."
Just as Tangyu and his group were getting on the carriage and preparing to leave, a figure suddenly rushed over, not caring about anything, and directly jumped onto their carriage, saying, "Wait, wait, wait, give me a lift, thank you, thank you!"
The person who jumped onto the carriage was a young man about the same age as Tangyu and his group. He was indeed quite handsome and elegant, truly a fine-looking man, refined and dashing. Such looks would indeed make any man a bit envious.
