He began to carefully ponder whether he should switch to a new identity and start a new life.
After all... there was nothing left to hold onto for Qingyu Mountain.
It wouldn't matter without Qingyu Mountain, but if he were to be driven away by Su Yan's anger... his hand couldn't help but hug the person in his arms tighter.
He steadied his expression and pushed aside the intention of clarifying his identity.
Wait a bit longer, he would talk about it in the future.
Once again, he returned to the city of Qingfeng Ridge.
He found an inn and checked in.
At this moment, Feng Yu was making a full effort, sticking to Su Yan and brainwashing her incessantly by her ear
"Sect Hierarch must not dislike Xiao Yu; otherwise, Xiao Yu will be sad."
He lowered his head, with a faintly troubled look.
Su Yan blinked, picked up the tea cup next to her, and took a sip of water.
"What's wrong?"
