"You can leave now, since my brother's matter has nothing to do with you, I won't trouble you in the future." Zhao Ying'er kept her head down, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy, as she never dared to look Xu Wendong in the eye again.
"Alright then, take care of your injuries, I'm leaving now." Xu Wendong nodded, turned, and walked toward the mountain.
His steps seemed steady, yet his heart harbored a tinge of complex emotions.
Watching Xu Wendong's departing figure, an inexplicable sense of loss surged in Zhao Ying'er's heart.
She herself didn't understand why she suddenly felt so restless.
Xu Wendong seemed to have a special constitution; just one encounter with him could boost her cultivation level.
Yet, for the sake of her dignity, she let Xu Wendong go with her own hands.
She knew that in the future, if she wished to break through her cultivation level again, it would be increasingly difficult.
Xu Wendong continued ascending along the winding mountain path.
