The Alarm Bell

One last time?

Remembering Li Junwu's trembling shoulders as she left, Xu Yuan raised his eyes to the sky overhead and let out a soft sigh.

She must be hurting badly right now.

It was like that old rotten joke passed down from Xu Yuan's past life:

If you don't give it a try, you'll never know just how useless you really are.

You clearly decided to do it, only to discover that you weren't as omnipotent as you had imagined.

You thought you could save the world, hold up a great building on the verge of collapse, yet before you could even begin, reality had already slapped you hard across the face.

Her ideals had been crushed, and on top of that, he—the disreputable friend who had once been inferior to her in every way—had somehow already left her far behind.

"With the way she is, how could she possibly hold up the Western Pacification Prefecture?"

The suddenly raised hoarse voice interrupted Xu Yuan's thoughts.

He turned to look. The speaker was the old man commanding the heavy-armored soldiers.

As an Origin Beginning realm expert, Lu Baizou was already advanced in years, yet over the past few moments he had barely managed to heal the wound on his neck. Staring in the direction Li Junwu had departed, his clouded eyes were filled with disdain and mockery.

"If she had even half of Princess Wu Yuan's breadth of character, then we brothers who followed the Marquis for a lifetime wouldn't have developed other thoughts."

"..."

Xu Yuan merely stared at him without speaking, treating it as the barking of a dog before death.

Lu Baizou seemed to see through Xu Yuan's thoughts, but he paid them no mind. He simply sat cross-legged on the Martial Proclamation Platform, gazing at the