The inn had long since been abandoned after the family living there died.
Dust lay thick everywhere. Ye Fei sat alone in the main hall, seemingly waiting for me to arrive.
He poured me a cup of wine. I drank it without hesitation. Ye Fei smiled at me and said he still liked me very much, but unfortunately, our beliefs were simply too different.
"You won't escape this time."
For the first time, I looked down at Ye Fei with such confidence, almost as if I stood above him.
It wasn't merely because my cultivation had broken through once again, nor merely because he had become someone everyone wanted to beat down. It was even less because I knew Ye Fei was injured—half a month ago, he had been wounded by people from Xuanyuan Palace.
I looked down at him only because I seemed to feel that I had finally broken free of Ye Fei's torment.
For fifteen years, I had always felt that Ye Fei was constantly by my side, mocking my weakness and watching coldly as I pursued him.
To me, Ye Fei was like a god high above. He possessed the power to destroy whatever I wanted to protect with ease, pressing down on me until I could barely breathe.
"Let's settle this," I said. "I'm tired."
"Fine," Ye Fei agreed. "After we finish this jug of wine."
I agreed as well.
I understood Ye Fei as well as I understood myself.
He was proud and had always disdained lies. He was a man bold enough to laugh wildly and sweep his cold gaze across the Daoist and Demon worlds of Shenzhou.
I had no choice but to admire him.
At that moment, Ye Fei said there was still some time left, and sitting around like this