"No, that's not what I meant."
Mu Fan was at a loss for words, unable to come up with a better explanation. He expressed his apology: "I just don't want you to get into danger because of me."
"Brother Mu, we are friends who have been through life and death together. Friends should help each other, no matter the danger,"
Qing Yuan smiled brightly, his eyes shining: "You don't need to persuade me anymore. From the moment you saved me in the Spirits and Demons Cemetery, Qing Yuan has acknowledged you."
"Whether you believe it or not, Qing Yuan has made up his mind to repay your life-saving kindness. Even if it means climbing mountains of knives and descending into seas of fire, I will not back down."
There was a moment of silence in the forest.
Perhaps the young man's passionate declaration was too heart-stirring.
Mu Fan's emotions were complex, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.
After a long silence, he suddenly sighed, took his sword, and turned to leave.
