The Glare

Marquis Anqing seemed to understand Xu Yi's peculiar melancholy. "Little brother, do you plan to say farewell to these old friends here? In my humble opinion, you'd do well to recover your health and improve your cultivation in this world before returning to the outside. There's no need to rush."

Xu Yi said, "Unfortunately, I can't wait. Every feast must end. Let's part here. I'll speak to Huang Xuanji. I'll leave the rest to you, big brother—make sure everyone has a future."

His body simply couldn't hold out any longer.

Though the Nine Yin Liquid replenished him, his meridians had necrotized and remained unrepaired, causing his Life Source Power to ebb away without pause.

There was no medicine left in this world that could cure him. His only hope lay beyond it.

As for parting with Yuan Qinghua and the others without saying goodbye—

First, he disliked the desolate feeling of a tearful farewell. Second, he had already decided to quietly arrange their futures. Whether they chose to enjoy life or continue cultivating, their connection with him, Xu Yi, would ensure that the road ahead was wide open.

He had already repaid this bond of fate generously enough.

Marquis Anqing had just escorted Xu Yi out of the courtyard and was walking along the covered corridor beside the waterside pavilion when Mu Shentong descended from the sky.

"It's taken care of?"

Xu Yi asked casually.

A small black bottle appeared in Mu Shentong's hand. He popped the stopper, and a faint mist flowed out.

Marquis Anqing had only mortal eyes and couldn't see the mist. Xu Yi gave Mu Shentong a look, and Mu Shentong casually pointed. A thin streak of blood seeped from Marquis Anqing's brow. His vision went black, and then he saw the pale shadow drifting over