Yi Shuyuan said little about the departure of the golden-light monk. Instead, he looked toward Wu Sunheng, who had already picked up the sword his master had left him before leaving.
When he had struck at Yu Xinmei just now, Wu Sunheng had vaguely sensed that some tangle of gratitude and resentment bound them in his previous life. At this moment, however, he no longer cared.
Wu Sunheng looked at Yu Xinmei, seated on the ground, and Zheng Yiming beside her. He cupped his hands and bowed to them, then bowed to Yi Shuyuan before turning to leave.
Monsters and demons had already been appearing frequently over the past few years. With the Great Gui Dynasty's destiny nearing its end, even more sinister creatures would emerge in the days ahead. Having received part of an Immortal Art, he could hardly let what he had learned go to waste.
Yet after only a few steps, Wu Sunheng stopped and turned back toward Yu Xinmei and Zheng Yiming, instantly putting both of them on guard.
"You surnamed Wu, haven't you fought enough? Don't think my injuries mean anything. I still have more than enough strength to deal with you!"
Yi Shuyuan watched with interest from a few steps away. At a time like this, how could Wu Sunheng possibly have come back to fight another magical duel?
Wu Sunheng glanced toward the inscription on the old city wall, faintly visible in the moonlight, then addressed Zheng Yiming.
"She is a monster who has cultivated for many years. In saving you, she inadvertently disrupted the dynasty's destiny, and when the tribulation came, she nearly lost both her life and her cultivation. She has repaid what she owed you. If she keeps protecting your rebellion, sooner or later all her cultivation will be lost."