Shifang City, the city that never sleeps, is a gathering place for those cultured poets and wandering scholars.
But tonight, the small tavern is devoid of other customers.
Qingxin kneels on the floor, evidently having waited for a long time.
She kneels on the ground, her forehead against her hand, her voice filled with deep guilt.
"Master, it's my incompetence that allowed the Puppet Army of Shifang City to discover the base and take control of me.
Not only did I fail to assist you, but I have become a hindrance. Qingxin... deserves a hundred deaths."
Baili An helps her up, saying, "How could you say you are incompetent? That woman's power is unfathomable; even I am not able to rival her. You don't need to overthink it."
Qingxin clutches her fist tightly in the sleeve, her voice low, yet within it lies deep unwillingness and stubbornness.
"If only I could be stronger, I could more effectively aid you in achieving your grand endeavor."
