Dream Omen

The Pei clan left.

Aunt Xue and Xi Lian left with them.

In the main hall.

Only Xu Sanniang and Tu Shan Jun remained.

Under the light of the bronze oil lamp.

The candle flame flickered and swayed.

Xu Sanniang looked at the Daoist-robed cultivator, still as steady as a mountain, and said, "Brother Tu Shan, I don't want to leave anymore."

"My mother was right. The world is vast; even if we escape the disputes here, there will always be disputes elsewhere. I used to only want to run away, thinking that as long as I refused to yield, nothing would ever happen. But in truth, time will always force us to make a choice. Without strength, we do not even have the right to choose."

Even without the Pei clan, there would still be the Zhang clan, the Li clan.

One could not spend an entire lifetime hiding. Who did not want to stand openly beneath the sunlight?

The cultivator in the black robe shifted his gaze away from the candle flame. "This is, after all, a road strewn with thorns. Once you step onto it, it will be hard to turn back."

"This is my choice."

"Nine years."

"If my father could do it, then so can I."

Xu Sanniang's gaze was firmer than ever before.

Of course, she was not doing this merely for herself. She also did not want Tu Shan Jun to suffer humiliation alongside her.

Why should Brother Tu Shan have to endure the Pei clan's arrogance?

She had to prove something.

She wanted to prove that her talent was not lacking, and she also wanted to clear Tu Shan Jun's name.

If one spoke of distant ambitions, it was nothing more than taking back everything she had once lost.

The Pei clan