Jiang Wan looked at Jiang Shouzhong and explained with a smile:
"Recently, this portrait has been spreading everywhere among the people and in the Jianghu. It's almost ubiquitous, more prevalent than the wanted posters on city walls, and almost every household worships it.
They're talking about the Emperor Star, Heavenly Destiny Shouzhong, number one under the heavens. You probably don't know, but many women hold your portrait while sleeping at night, keeping themselves pure for you."
"This must be Yeying's doing."
Jiang Shouzhong smiled helplessly.
Thinking about Yeying tirelessly building his reputation while he hid here, enjoying a brief tender moment, Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt.
Jiang Wan lightly patted Jiang Shouzhong's shoulder and sighed:
"Jiang, some people are destined to be just passersby, there's no need to forcibly retain them. Coming and going quickly, it's futile to force.
