Teaching

After Ren Xiu left, Gan Hongyu, Yu Xiu, and the others came one after another. It seemed they wanted to persuade Xiang Yang to remain in the Jingxiao Alliance. A wise man did not fight when the odds were against him; they meant well too.

Some of it was true, some false. The human heart and the world beyond might be as alike inside and out, or they might hide a dagger behind a smile. Most people said one thing while meaning another.

Gan Hongyu even subtly suggested that she could ask her father, Iron Mask Master, to send people to help Xiang Yang out of this predicament. As for the condition, naturally, it was for her to offer herself to him. Even now, she had not given up.

Xiang Yang's body was in the mortal world, but his heart was beyond the heavens. He was a man wholly devoted to Seeking Martial Arts and the Dao. Through their contact over these past days, she had seen this clearly. Yet the more he was like this, the more it seemed to stir her desire to win.

Xiang Yang could only decline tactfully. Leaving aside the fact that he did not wish to become entangled with an Underworld Overlord like Iron Mask Master, his own martial arts were enough to deal with any postnatal realm martial artist. Why would he need anyone's help and owe them a favor for nothing?

After wrangling with those people for half the day and bidding farewell to Wan Tiancheng, who had come in person, he finally left the Jingxiao Alliance with Yan Mumei and Little Black.

Night fell. The bright moon in the sky poured silvery light across the earth. The chill cut to the bone, and the night dew on the branches and leaves