Zeng Qingfeng sprang to his feet and steadied himself, staring at Xu Yi. "Why?"
"Didn't you say that if I saved you, you'd tell me something?" Xu Yi replied.
"Three hundred li to the west. They found a large cave abode there. Qin Kong and the others are all inside."
After speaking, he stared at Xu Yi again. "Why?"
"You're asking why I saved you?" Xu Yi said.
Zeng Qingfeng nodded. Xu Yi patted his shoulder reassuringly. "You don't need to blame yourself. In that situation, what else could you have done but leave? All right, don't dwell on it. We fought side by side, after all. I'm leaving."
With that, Xu Yi rose into the air and departed.
Zeng Qingfeng watched Xu Yi's retreating figure, unable to believe his eyes.
He searched his heart. The situation back then didn't seem to have been quite as Xu Yi described. If he had raised his voice and called out, perhaps he really could have rallied everyone. After all, they had just joined forces to withstand the Sea of Resentment, and their spirits had yet to flag.
It was his being the first to declare his position, and his leaving, that had plunged Xu Yi into mortal danger.
And now, just as Zeng Qingfeng was on the brink of death, Xu Yi had saved him a second time. He'd asked only one question, then left as lightly as a breeze.
Such magnanimity, such willingness to let bygones be bygones—when Zeng Qingfeng thought of his own actions, an intense sense of guilt rose uncontrollably in his heart.
"Comrade? We fought side by side. I, I... Agh!"
Zeng Qingfeng suddenly spat out a mouthful of purple blood.
"A knot in my heart? I actually formed a knot in my heart? I actually formed one?