Old Qin stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky. He murmured to himself, "My lord, oh, my lord. This man is far too rational—so rational he's become cold and heartless. Your wholehearted devotion is no different from pouring water into a ditch. So be it. When a decision must be made, it must be made. Since you can't bring yourself to do it, I, Old Qin, will play the villain."
After bidding Old Qin farewell, Xu Yi hurried toward the outskirts of Youxian City, not daring to pause for even a moment.
By now, he was no longer worried about being trapped in Youxian City. All he wanted was to get far away from this place. The farther he went, the lighter the guilt weighing on his heart would become.
In truth, he had been mired in that guilt the whole time, unable to pull himself free. The County Princess had not only arranged for him to retain his post, but had also secured him a full year of leave, relieving him of every concern. And then there was that priceless, high-grade Water Spirit Stone, which Princess Yinqiu had given him as a sweetener.
Xu Yi was no heartless man, nor was he some dull, wooden fool. Her heartfelt affection had rolled into his heart like a blazing fireball.
His mind wandered as he traveled. He had even forgotten how he had left Youxian City. Dusk was falling, and the strange, shifting sunset in the western sky lit up the mountain ranges and valleys. The wind howled coldly as Xu Yi flew through the air, uncertain where to go.
By all rights, returning to Cold Sun Peak in Huaixi was the best choice.
He had spent this entire period busy with promotions and battles,