Gu Yuanyuan looked at her master's unwavering resolve in his eyes and thought of her own insignificant strength, truly only capable of becoming a burden.
She bit her lip, forcefully suppressed the sourness and reluctance in her heart, and nodded vigorously.
"Yes, Master! This disciple obeys! You... must be careful!"
She took one last deep look at the ruins where she had grown up, her gaze sweeping over the familiar broken walls, her eyes filled with complex emotions, then decisively turned and walked towards Shen Qingtan.
Shen Qingtan reached out to pull Gu Yuanyuan onto the flying sword, letting her stand behind him.
She gave one last glance at Gu Sheng, her eyes beneath the bronze mask carrying inquiry and concern, but in the end, she said nothing more, merely nodded again to signal.
"Off we go!"
