"Later, after my master passed away, I naturally became the new Imperial City Inspectorate Commissioner. I was very lost during that time, but over those ten years, my appearance didn't change at all. Even though I was nearing thirty, I still looked twenty-two."
Yet during those years, Qi Jingtao had no idea why this was happening. He had spent more than a decade in the Imperial City Inspectorate, living on a knife's edge. Perhaps he had thought about leaving, but he had no idea where to go or what to do.
Shang Yu looked down at Qi Jingtao's hands. There were calluses on them, left behind from practicing with spear and sword. At his wrists, there were also some irregular scars, though very faint—you wouldn't notice them unless you looked closely. He gently stroked them, feeling a heavy tightness in his chest.
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