Li Xingchen truly lived with carefree grace.
His youthful appearance had never changed, his eyes forever clear, and at his side was Fan Feixuan, as unrestrained as he was.
Tonight, the moon was full and the stars absent. At the edge of the cliff, Fan Feixuan leaned against Li Xingchen's shoulder. It seemed that the great calamity of the world, opportunities, grudges and vendettas of the martial world—all the things everyone beneath heaven busied themselves with—were nothing more than passing clouds to this married couple.
"Xingchen, shall we... go back?"
Fan Feixuan had still noticed Li Xingchen's furrowed brow. The direction they faced was southwest.
Li Xingchen wavered slightly, yet still asked, "Go back where? Back to the inn in the city?"
"Where do you think we should go back to?" Fan Feixuan chided coyly.
The two of them had always known what was happening to the family.
Ever since Blue Ancestor's fall, the great calamity had begun to show its first signs. A so-called great calamity meant the deaths of powerful figures and the decline of imperial dynasties' fortune. Then all things were renewed: the old departed, and the new took their place.
Amid such strife, the family had decided to move against the Heaven-Chosen Divine Sect. The events that followed were all known to the couple; Li Xingchen's soul would return from time to time to a corner of the Ancestral Space.
Seeing Li Xingchen remain silent, Fan Feixuan said, "All our descendants are with the family. I can tell you care about them, but..."
Before she could finish, Li Xingchen let out a sigh.
"I'm not like them."
"What?" Fan Feixuan froze for a moment.
Li Xingchen raised his head, and a trace of fear flashed through his eyes. "I really am not like them. I've always