If time were like a great river, constantly flowing from top to bottom, then Feng Chen was probably a lone sailboat upon that river, traveling alone through the stream of time. Still, witnessing every historical event in the history of his own homeland was rather interesting.
"Are you leaving?"
Red, being a girl like Xiao Yun, was much better at observing people's expressions than Xiao Yun was. Naturally, she could also tell that Feng Chen would be leaving soon.
She also knew that, more than two thousand years after her death, she would appear on Feng Chen's body as a Stigmata and fight for the beauty of this world. But right now, she simply couldn't bear to see Feng Chen leave—not as anything more than a friend.
"People can't stay rooted in one place forever. Neither can I, nor can you."
Feng Chen had changed Xiao Yun's past. Xiao Yun had not been forced to leave the village after losing control of her power over water and being treated as a monster. Nor had Red completely taken over her body because Xiao Yun wanted to live up to other people's expectations, becoming the Red-Clad Swordsman on the battlefield.
Even so, Feng Chen still wanted to encourage Xiao Yun as best he could.
"How about joining the military? You've always wanted to live up to other people's expectations, but you didn't do so because Xiao Yun herself wasn't willing to go to war. But..."
"What if you lived up to other people's expectations not as Xiao Yun, but as Xiao Yun?"
If that were the case, everything could safely be left to Red. There would be no need to worry about whether Xiao Yun's timid personality would get her into trouble.
"Isn't it interesting? Not accomplishing something as someone else's subordinate,