Before her words had even faded, she smiled faintly. So this was how it was—he truly cared for no one. But perhaps that was for the best. He held no racial allegiance.
Gu Yuexi took a light step forward, shifting her gaze toward the shattered, murky distant sky as though recalling something.
Chen Xun looked at the familiar First Fusion Realm suspended within the Moon Palace and said in a deep voice, "You will not be able to hold on much longer. The Immortal Artifacts of the Ten Directions Overlord Clans are still bombarding the Origin of the entire domain."
There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in his voice, as if he were merely stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.
Hearing this, Gu Yuexi remained cool and composed. "Immortal friend, could you take the Small Realm away? Ying Zhiyi has nothing to do with this. This is the bloody battle of my clan."
"I can take you away as well," Chen Xun said calmly. "As for the other matters and other people of the Ancient Saint Clan, they have nothing to do with me."
"No need." Gu Yuexi spoke without hesitation. "If I could leave, I would have done so long ago. There would have been no need to wait until today."
"You wish to live and die alongside your clan's ancestral domain?" Chen Xun gave a cold laugh. "A dignified Immortal, yet you do not understand that as long as the green hills remain..."
"Immortal friend, enough." Gu Yuexi's cold gaze shot straight at Chen Xun. "This palace mistress has her own plans. Thank you for your goodwill."
If her true body had not been contending against the Ten Directions Overlord Clans beyond the heavens, the First Fusion Realm could not be taken away.