I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Ling Xiao didn't stop him. He came here to see if the machine worked. He didn't plan to stay here for long, but he had to make sure he was alive before leaving. Anyway, he didn't have any background here, so why not give him an identity? It didn't matter if he couldn't find one, so he let him go.

Ling Xiao stayed there for a few days. After the woman's treatment, he was almost fully recovered. He never expected that the place he landed at would happen to be right in front of a doctor. Moreover, through these two days of contact, he became friends with the man of the house and learned more about the background of the place.

Not unlike the year 1900 in history, this place was in a turbulent era, and the men were preparing to migrate to the Northeast with their families.

Ling Xiao didn't refute this point at all. After all, given the current situation, going to the Northeast was indeed a good choice. Because of the chaos, he had even changed his clothes to match theirs these past two days. He had heard that the Boxers hated Westerners the most, and if they saw him dressed in such an incongruous way, he would be taken back for questioning, and might even lose his head. He had to do what he was told, and he had always done this very well.

Based on Ling Xiao's assessment over the past two days, a rare drought was imminent on the grasslands, making departure their only option. This was also why he had befriended the man; he only hoped the man wouldn't leave him behind and that their journey would be smooth sailing—who likes setbacks?

He generously shared this news with the man, who, despite some skepticism, still accelerated the process.

"Xiao Qi! You're slacking off again while practicing!" The man said to Ling Xiao while keeping an eye on Qi Mo practicing his sword.

"Why do you always pressure him? I don't think he likes it either," Ling Xiao said softly.

"I forced him? When he shredded the dried meat I had hung on my tent with a slingshot, why didn't you say I forced him!"

The man angrily slammed down his cup, then revealed a helpless expression and whispered, "You don't know, Xiao Qi is my only child. As a military officer of the court, I must fight for the court. You've seen the situation now. The court can't be relied on. Military officers and civil officials are different. I can die in battle, but I can never be defeated!"

"Defeat can only be in my hands after I'm gone. I don't ask him to do anything for the family in the future. The savings Qi Jia left him are more than enough for several lifetimes. I only ask that he and his mother live well."

"To be honest, I didn't mean to make things difficult for you before. If you were a foreigner, I would have been impeached. Although the Empress Dowager is obsequious to foreigners, she can be ruthless with her own people."

"I know this isn't fair to you, but I still have to say it. I can tell you were from a wealthy family before you lost your memory; your manners and speech are quite refined. Consider this my way of repaying a debt of gratitude. I'm telling you all this today only because I hope you can do me a favor." As the man spoke, he grabbed Ling Xiao's hand. Ling Xiao sensed something was wrong, so he tightened his grip and blocked with his leg.

The man did not kneel down; instead, his eyes gleamed even brighter.

"You know martial arts? Good, good, that brat's got good fortune." The man muttered to himself, then suddenly shouted outside, "Qi Mo! Come in!"

Qi Mo dropped his broadsword and ran into the house, thinking that Ling Xiao had said something to his father, making him give up on his martial arts training.

Then his father said to him, "Qi Mo, kneel down, call him godfather, kowtow to your godfather, and offer him tea!"