A Hasty Farewell

"Bing'er said she doesn't hate you. She only wants you to know that sometimes taking a step back might be the better choice."

Shui Yue'er thought for a while, but in the end, she decided to say it.

Shui Yuanbo closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Yue'er, do something for me."

"Please tell me, Father."

"Tomorrow morning, invite the Great Elder over. It's time to clean up the Shui Clan's muddy waters."

If the Shui Clan still did not cut away these festering sores, then by the time Spirit Hall came to devour them, they would already have rotted through from within.

That bunch of fence-sitters should have been cut away long ago.

Hearing this, Shui Yue'er rose to her feet, then paused when she reached the doorway.

"Father, Bing'er will definitely come back."

Shui Yuanbo sat in the darkness, silent.

"Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix." He murmured the saying to himself once, then shook his head. "That saying isn't wrong. But who said being the head of a chicken means you can only stay trapped in a chicken coop? Back in the day, Canghai City was the number one city under heaven, a place that even Spirit City had to bow beneath."

Zhu Zhuqing no longer remembered how long she had been walking on the road.

After leaving Spirit City, she had headed east the entire way, deliberately avoiding the bustling official roads.

After all, she had failed.

Dai Mubai's cowardice had made Zhu Zhuqing understand that she could only rely on herself for everything.

But without the resources of her clan, even if Zhu Zhuqing trained herself to death, she would never reach Zhu Zhuyun's level.

So to survive, she could only run.

She had not expected