An Zichen nodded, looking at Yang Fei curled up in a ball, her heart was a mix of emotions.
The man who had played with her since childhood seemed incredibly distant at this moment.
He had finally risen, becoming the Spirit Martial Strongman that countless martial artists dreamed of.
His goal was the Kunlun Divine Realm, the Burial God Battlefield laid out by his father for him, to compete among the strong in the Myriad Realms.
Would she be able to stay by his side forever?
Thinking of this, An Zichen couldn't help but clench her fist, her nails digging into her flesh, the pain making her resolve.
"I must stay by his side; no matter how powerful the future enemies, any enemy of Yang Fei is an enemy of An Zichen, without reason, without explanation."
Thinking of this, An Zichen let out a long breath and turned around, her face had softened considerably.
"Ming Tai, you go ahead, I want to be alone with Yang Fei for a while."
