Zhao Lie stared at Zhao Ming for a long time before finally nodding slowly. He turned toward the door, then stopped halfway and spoke without looking back.
"Young master, this isn't my place to say, but I've been by your side for seven years, watching you grow from a green kid into the man you are today."
"You possess an SS-Rank superpower and have inherited our Zhao Clan's ancient bloodline power. You're the most gifted person our clan has produced in centuries."
"Whatever comes of this trip to Jiangcheng, I hope you won't let romantic attachments dull your edge."
With that, he pushed the door open and left.
Night was about to fall, and Jiangcheng's lights came on one after another. Alone, Zhao Ming watched the city beneath him gradually turn into a sea of lights.
He remembered the evening he had first met Su Qianxue.
It had been at a Zhao Clan family banquet three years ago. Su Qianxue had accompanied Su Qishan on a visit to the Zhao Clan. Dressed in a moon-white qipao, she had stood among the crowd without saying much, yet her bright eyes had drawn his gaze irresistibly.
At the time, Zhao Ming had been young and full of swagger, boasting at the banquet that he had broken through to the Domain Realm and was the undisputed best of Capital City's younger generation.
Yet Su Qianxue hadn't looked at him once the entire time. Only later had he learned that arrogant people were what she hated most, and that she had come to this city to escape her family's arrangements.
Three years had passed. His temperament had grown steadier, his cultivation had reached the late Domain stage, and he had comprehended Spear Intent, rising to thirty-seventh on the Earth Ranking.
Zhao Ming lowered his