Yin Jun took off his metal mask, revealing a lean face in his forties, with temples reaching his shoulders.
He gazed at the sea, where waves glittered like golden scales, his expression bitter.
“That day at the ruins of Dragon City, she was almost exposed—her secret of still being alive. If that had happened, she could no longer have stayed in the Lingxiao Cultivation Realm.”
“After parting ways, she traveled along the East Sea, heading north. Perhaps she went to the Rainforest Realm north of the East Sea, or maybe to some even more distant place.”
“The world is vast, but danger is everywhere. Perhaps she will meet her end in a foreign land and never send word again. Or perhaps many years later, she will secretly return—a traveler weathered and weary, or someone worn and haggard from the years gone by. But how many years later would that be?”
“If the Nine Li God still lives, if the Cang King still breathes, if the Chief recovers his cultivation… then perhaps everything would be different. Perhaps.”
Li Weiyi could feel the helplessness and pain hidden deep in Yin Jun’s heart.