"He disappeared during the battle with your father." Fu Zimo said calmly.,He inserted three burning incense sticks into the censer, then turned to beckon her over. "Come here, and have a chat with your senior brother," he said.,As they descended the mountain, their conversation on the winding path was scattered by the wind, leaving not a trace. Yet, the feelings between them were as unyielding as time itself, forever etched in their hearts.。