"Forget it. Given the current state of the Jie Sect and the condition of your borderlands, whether sooner or later, your Zhaoyin Immortal Manor will only be a sacrificial pawn. You might as well not go back. Besides, I reckon your father—even all your senior brothers and sisters—would rather you didn't return." I looked at her sympathetically.
"What do you mean?" Xie Chuhe asked, confusion written across her face.
"If you don't go back and change your name, they can simply treat you as having died in battle. Even without you—or after learning that you sacrificed yourself—your Zhaoyin Immortal Manor will certainly receive compensation. Otherwise, who would dare go to war for you in the future? But if you're still alive and return safe and sound, arranging your funeral will become difficult. Just look at Commander-in-Chief Ji Shanhong. And this King Chengtian clearly has an extraordinary identity, doesn't he? With both of them dead, they're probably racking their brains over whom to pin the blame on. If you go back now, wouldn't that be exactly what certain people want? Your death wouldn't matter, but dragging the Zhaoyin Immortal Manor into it would be a disaster." I smiled faintly, then glanced at the Blood Sword behind me. "Especially since this sword was lost—and now I've even damaged it. The result speaks for itself."
After I pointed it all out to Xie Chuhe, how could she still not know what the outcome would be? Even so, she clung to a final sliver of hope and gritted her teeth. "I did my best. I'll go back and report the truth, right and wrong alike! You lured the Kunpeng here and killed everyone. With such enormous karmic sin weighing on you, sooner or later you'll draw Heaven and Earth's condemnation!"
"Heh. That's hilarious. I