"You're strong enough now. I'm not confident I could defeat you at present. Since you're here, why bring this old man out?"
"There are no fewer people in the world who want to kill me than there are people who want to kill him. Should I follow him around and draw even more assassins?" Xuantian said bluntly.
"Haha... You lot are the same—the whole world is your enemy!"
The next day, Xu Fengnian's group departed Northern Liang in grand fashion. After they set off, Xu Xiao also began his journey, heading for Tai'an City, the imperial capital of Liyang.
Only three people remained in Tide-Watching Pavilion: Li Yishan, Xuantian, and Nangong Pushe.
Li Yishan was confined to Tide-Watching Pavilion, yet his heart schemed against the world.
Xuantian had nothing to do all day, and traces of him could often be found throughout Tide-Watching Pavilion.
Nangong Pushe stayed on the second floor, browsing through the books and cultivating in seclusion.
On the second floor, Xuantian sat in a chair, watching Nangong Pushe engrossed in a book beside the shelves.
"Why is Sir looking at me like this? Is there something wrong with me?"
Nangong Pushe frowned, but he could not very well lose his temper. The man before him was far too famous; with one careless move, he might not even know how he died.
"Nothing. You're the daughter of an old acquaintance, though I never thought much of that acquaintance."
Nangong Pushe's expression changed, then he smiled calmly. "Sir has sharp eyes. Unfortunately, to me, that person is only an enemy."
"The affairs of the Red Dust should be settled in the Red Dust. Never urge another toward kindness when you have not known their suffering. Work hard."
Nangong Pushe recalled that the man before him was in the