Wan'Er looked at Song Yan.
Song Yan had already cast aside his causality with Wang Tianyu on the battlefield.
At this moment, he stood before his hair-knotting wife, but Wan'Er couldn't recognize him at all.
"Are you the immortal who gifted my husband with swordsmanship?"
"I am."
"Thank you, Immortal, for saving us!"
"Your husband is a remarkable person, yet his true passion is not the battlefield slaughter, but healing and saving lives."
Wan'Er was stunned for a moment. She looked towards the distant clinic, nodded deeply, and said, "The path my husband didn't finish, I will walk for him."
Turning back, the young man in the Profound Robe was already gone.
Wan'Er took a deep breath, striding towards the horizon into the morning sun.
Song Yan watched her silhouette from afar, stretching his body.
