What are you, if not at Foundation Establishment...?
Sima Qingyan's body trembled. Stiff as a wooden puppet, she sheathed her sword, swayed onto her horse, and headed back to Fengxian County, tilting her head up to keep her stubborn tears from falling.
The top-student senior had suffered a crushing blow by the ton—far more devastating than when Chan'er had been steamrolled by Xiao Lingyue in heavy gear. She fell silent on the spot, unable to rise again.
She vaguely remembered their first meeting. With certain misgivings holding her back, she had hesitated and failed to go all out. The other party had unleashed every trick at his disposal and barely beaten her by half a move.
The second time they crossed hands, a single dead branch had defeated her.
She had truly thought she could win this time...
And what exactly did it mean, if he wasn't at Foundation Establishment?
This question was too hard!
"Follow her, in case some lecher lies in ambush for her halfway there."
Xiang Yuan climbed into the carriage, kindly acting as Sima Qingyan's escort. She was utterly despondent, her Dao heart smashed to pieces. If some rapist holding a handkerchief jumped out of the bushes, with Sima Qingyan in such a daze, she might mistake him for Xiang Yuan.
A pure-love war god could not bear to see that!
"Brother Yuan, what did you mean by 'you're not at Foundation Establishment'? I didn't understand that part. Can you explain it in detail?" Xiao He spoke faintly, clutching the newly acquired Horse-Cleaving Saber, his eyes bloodshot.
Many people said they could not see their future, but in truth, they not only saw it—they saw it with perfect clarity.
Xiao He was the same. He understood; he simply refused to accept reality.
The thought of Xiang