There are countless stories of loyalty and betrayal that happen every day in this world.

Only, sometimes, it is humans choosing their fate, while other times, it is fate that chooses them.

On a mountaintop, Xu Zhenyan stood under the sunset, looking at the not too distant Sanskrit Passage, looking at the side profile of his father in front of him.

All Yunqin people knew that Heavens’ Lens Lake was the most dangerous yet beautiful place in all of Jadefall City. They also knew that Sanskrit Passage was a natural boundary between Yunqin and Tangcang Ancient Country. Many books recorded that the Sanskrit Passage and boundless golden sands behind it formed an extremely spectacular sight.

However, during last year’s midsummer, when Xu Zhenyan entered Jadefall City for the first time, he didn’t even have a chance to look at Heaven’s Lens Lake or Sanskrit passage.

It was because at that time, he was still too weak and small, so he didn’t have the qualifications to participate in that many things.

“Who would have thought that Wenren Cangyue actually didn’t hide the military equipment near his own troops, but rather in Sanskrit Passage.”

Xu Tianwang said this to himself.

Xu Zhenyan saw that the expression on his father’s...