After all, Wei Yang was now merely a Martial Spring Realm cultivator.
Not to mention the Three Thousand Realms or the Heaven-Stabilizing Continent—even the situation within Forgotten River City's own little patch of land was beyond Wei Yang's understanding now.
"Don't overthink it. I've already placed the problem you need to face right before your eyes."
Pu Wenyu continued:
"Forgotten River City vanishing completely from this world, or your life—you can only choose one..."
Pu Wenyu paused slightly at that point, then shook his head.
"No. If Forgotten River City is erased, you may not survive either."
"My life can be exchanged for Forgotten River City's safety?"
Wei Yang asked, confusion in his voice.
"There's only such a hope."
Pu Wenyu replied.
"What should I do?"
Wei Yang continued to ask.
"I don't know."
Pu Wenyu let out a soft sigh.
"I only know that among the countless endings leading into the future, there is one such possibility. That is all."
"..."
For a moment, neither spoke.
"So, you still haven't given me your answer."
Pu Wenyu continued.
"Are you willing, or unwilling?"
Time returned to the present.
Forgotten River City, three years later. Within the City Lord's Manor.
A pale sliver of dawn had already surfaced on the horizon, and daylight was drawing ever closer.
The answer Wei Yang had given to that agreement three years ago had been yes.
One life of his own in exchange for the lives of a million people in Forgotten River City.
There was no death more meaningful than this.
Wei Yang remembered the stories he had heard in teahouses during his youth, the illustrated books he had read.
For a chivalrous hero, there was no ending more perfect than a grand and glorious death.
Even though the first half of his