In the morning, the day after, Wei Wuyin was meditating next to his pond filled with various fishes. His eyes were somewhat dull and his aura was chaotic. There were a lot of things on his mind, and even his mental realm was deteriorating.
"Do I regret it?" As he recalled Na Xinyi, he shook his head. He had asked himself this 2,341 times since that day. Each time, he pondered, then decisively said no.
How could he?
She had saved his life. If it wasn't for that yin energy, he would've been dead. If he hadn't discovered her yin physique, she wouldn't have obtained her freedom. Instead, she'd have been relegated to a slave or worse. With her cultivation likely crippled or a spiritual spell meant for permanent enslavement embedded into her.
After all, she was a captive.
Her life would've been worse. This wasn't even a question, but a statement of fact. In fact, she could've been dead by now.
The most ridiculous thing was:
