Chen Yi walked through the desolate wilderness, gazing at the arrow in his hand, retracing his steps step by step.
Zhou Yitang watched as he slowly approached, noticing that he dismantled the silver hairpin from the arrow and tucked it into his chest.
"How do you feel?" Zhou Yitang asked.
Her tone was calm—not that of a wife asking her husband, but rather a master questioning her disciple.
Chen Yi's heart was a tumultuous mix of emotions, his expression complex and unreadable. He pressed the silver hairpin against his chest and said softly:
"It doesn't feel very pleasant. If anything, I feel a stronger urge to go to the Southern Border to see her."
After saying this, Chen Yi lowered his head to glance at himself.
After a moment, he smiled bitterly and said:
"But with my current abilities, even with Zhu E's assistance, venturing into the Southern Border recklessly would be nothing short of overestimating myself.
