From today onward, there is only Yanzi, no more Saint. As their yacht docked and the Saint set foot on land, this thought surfaced in her mind. These days spent alone with Li Yifei were both a form of escapism and a buffer.
Li Yifei knew that for the Saint, this was a cruel choice, but he couldn't help much. Whether he was killed or the Saint failed, stagnated in her cultivation, and lost her honor as a Saint, it was all cruel.
She must face and figure it out on her own, as no one else can truly help.
Stepping onto solid ground, no longer adrift at sea, she had to face new torments.
Li Yifei secured the yacht, slung the Mohist War Blade on his back, walked to the Saint's side, gently patted her on the back, and said, "Let's go find a place to eat, and after that, head back to your country!"
