Agreement

"Um... what are your plans for the future?" Zhao Xuan cleared his throat twice, then looked at Mu Yuan with blazing eyes.

Mu Yuan had been about to shake his head when he suddenly noticed Zhao Xuan's gaze. Something stirred within him, and he slowly said, "I don't have any plans for the time being."

His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, carrying a trace of sorrow. To be abandoned by the Spirit Hall to which he had devoted his entire life—such profound grief was beyond words.

Thinking of that figure, hatred unknowingly surfaced in his eyes.

Zhao Xuan had been watching him all along. Seeing the hatred in Mu Yuan's gaze, his heart tightened. However, he could tell that Mu Yuan was not directing it at him. In that case, it was obvious whom that hatred was aimed at.

Zhao Xuan made up his mind and stopped beating around the bush. Staring at Mu Yuan, he said frankly, "Since you have nowhere to go for now, why not come with me? Speaking of which, there are two others from your hall with me as well."

Mu Yuan's heart stirred. The other man was openly recruiting him. Yet, upon hearing that people other than himself had survived from the Ascetic Hall, joy rose to his face, and he asked, "Who are those two?"

He had already sensed something from the conversation between Zhao Xuan and Gui Mei. Now that Zhao Xuan had personally confirmed that others from the Ascetic Hall had survived, the joy in his heart was indescribable.

"Mu Shiyi and Mu Shi'er." The images of the two figures surfaced in Zhao Xuan's mind, and he could not help smiling faintly.

"Shiyi and Shi'er? That's wonderful—they're still alive!" Mu Yuan let out a breath, murmuring joyfully.

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