"Three years..."
Su Muqing lowered her gaze, clenched her fingers, and immediately took her leave from her father, turning to depart.
Li Hao watched the silhouette of the girl as she walked away, feeling that at this moment, she truly bore a shadow of that figure.
He followed after her, leaving the Light Emperor Hall.
The others also took their leave, Su Wanqing and Su Wanxue exchanged a glance, both seeing the heaviness in each other's eyes, and returned to their respective courtyards to train in seclusion.
"Father, what can we do?"
Seeing their younger siblings leave, Su Jingcheng and several others, whose soul life had surpassed, remained in the hall and could not help but look at Su Zhenyuan.
Su Zhenyuan looked at them, sensing the sadness in their eyes from being unable to go to battle, but his own gaze was serene, and he said in a deep voice:
"For this battle, we must prepare for the worst. You must train diligently at home, more than ever before!"
