Si Mo Fan walked between the trees.
His thoughts, that were disturbed by Long Qian Xing's questions, slowly calmed down. Since he had chosen to continue using the same martial arts, then he had to be ready to be recognized it.
The sword he picked up and the martial arts taught to him by that person….
He could never abandon it.
"Mo Fan?" Yan Xi saw her husband coming and his expression didn't seem right. Whenever he had this expression, he was remembering the past he had, the time when they had only met for a short period of time and all tragedy struck.
It was what eventually brought them to build the organization.
"I'm fine," Si Mo Fan said with a smile. "Don't worry about me."
Yan Xi pursed her lips and stepped forward to hug his arms. "You can feel sad if you want, just remember that I'll always stay by your side."
