Imposter Young Master
Chapter 957 - 962: Gu Xiaorou

Chapter 957: Chapter 962: Gu Xiaorou

The High Priest, veiled in a black scarf, was unrecognizable, but Yang Gang recognized her instantly.

She was his Xiaorou.

At this moment, Yang Gang’s once still heart began to violently stir again, to the point of being unable to control himself.

He had flirted with many women and liked many of them too, like Sister Miao and Yang Fei.

If a man’s heart could only love one woman the most.

For Yang Gang, that woman was neither his wife Zhang Miao nor the temperamental Yang Fei, but Gu Xiaorou.

This woman was irreplaceable in Yang Gang’s life; she had silently accompanied him since she was thirteen, only she knew how much pain she had endured and how many grievances she had suffered.

Yang Gang’s hands trembled as he gently caressed the poster on the wall, his eyes brimming with scalding tears.

"Xiaorou, she’s not dead, she’s not dead, haha!"

Yang Gang laughed wildly as if venting.

Bystanders looked at him with puzzled eyes, thinking he was insane.

After a short while, Yang Gang composed himself and suppressed his excitement, saying, "Emil, you’ll accompany me to a division of the Celestial Sound Religion."

Emil nodded.

The two went together to the newly established Celestial Sound Religion church in Lu Fu Country.

"What for?" The guards at the entrance stopped the two men.

"I want to see the High Priest of the Celestial Sound Religion," Yang Gang said calmly.

The guard looked at Yang Gang as if he were crazy: "Hey, are you out of your mind? The High Priest is not someone you can just meet whenever you want."

Emil’s eyes widened: "How do you speak to our Family Head!"

Emil’s presence was overwhelming, after all, he was of the Dragon race.

The guard felt an almost irresistible urge to kneel under Emil’s imposing presence.

Yang Gang waved him off, signaling for Emil to step back.

After Emil stepped away, the guard felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

He was a smart man and knew better than to provoke the two, so he became more amiable.

"Brother, this is just a division of the Celestial Sound Religion, the Priest Lord would never come here."

"Then where is your Priest usually?" asked Yang Gang.

"In Yangzhou City, the capital of Moro."

"Yangzhou City?"

"Oh, that’s what Dolon City used to be called. Three years ago, the High Priest renamed Dolon City to Yangzhou City."

"I see," Yang Gang nodded.

"Emil, let’s go." Yang Gang took a few steps and then slapped his forehead, remembering, "All excited to see Xiaorou, I completely forgot why I came here.’

Yang Gang returned: "Have there been any sightings of the Dark Moon Sect recently?"

After thinking for a moment, the guard replied, "Oh, there have been. But they were captured by our forces when they attacked here and, I heard, they were escorted back to Yangzhou City."

"That’s on the way." Yang Gang grinned: "Emil, we’re going to Yangzhou City."

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PS: As many readers have noticed, I’ve been rushing the plot lately. According to the setting of Pandora World, writing another two million words wouldn’t be a problem, but I really can’t continue writing it any longer. My strength lies in urban plots, and I’m not adept at writing about fictional worlds like Pandora World. The style completely changed as I wrote, and it was quite uncomfortable for me. This book has indeed performed very well, and I could keep milking it for a nice sum of money by dragging the story out, but I really don’t want to waste everyone’s time and money anymore.

Although wrapping up the story now may seem hasty, I’ve basically filled in all the gaps, and you could say that the main storyline is complete.

About the new book: "The Fake Young Master" did well, but it is definitely not my peak work. Although I’m not good at fictional world plots, I still have a good grasp of urban stories. My new book, "My Perfect Sweet Wife," marks a new beginning for me, and I hope it will receive your support. The new book learns from the past and won’t wander into Different World storylines again, focusing exclusively on urban tales for a hundred years.