Jingliu added, "Don't worry about it. It's only three meals. You don't have to pay Strales at the Cloud Knights' mess hall."
During their time alone together, Xianyu had already gained a deep appreciation for how firmly Jingliu stood by her word.
If this Sword Champion, so decisive and ruthless on the battlefield, set her sights on something, she would do everything in her power to achieve it.
He hadn't noticed that whenever he faced Jingliu, he always accommodated her, giving ground again and again.
Xianyu nodded helplessly. Only after watching Jingliu leave did he turn and go back inside.
The furnishings were much the same as they had been before he lost consciousness.
Xianyu took a cursory look around, then switched on his Jade Abacus and began recalling all the information he hadn't had time to analyze in his dream.
First, one thing was certain: Fuli had been lying to him from beginning to end.
That supposedly unchangeable fate wasn't much of an obstacle at all for a "Higher-Dimensional Invader" like him.
He had never stepped onto any Path. That alone was enough to prove that he was still a "Higher-Dimensional Invader" after reincarnating.
To him, fate was nothing more than clay he could mold however he liked.
Fuli and Aha had probably emphasized it over and over because they thought his previous self had left some contingency in place.
Surely they weren't afraid he would activate the Dimensional Ascension Engine...
He, Xianyu, wasn't some Living Yama.
But if they wanted him to repent for what he had done...
That wasn't happening.
If his sense of morality had been that strong, he would have killed himself when his subordinates met with disaster. Then the Aeons would have descended on them in a wave of retaliation, and the Xianzhou Alliance