Li Zhirui stood in the courtyard for a long time, muttering to himself only after Jiang Fengwu came to find him, bringing him back from his deep thoughts, "I hope your fortunes flourish and you can recover your broken body."
"Zhiyue left?"
"She left a few days ago."
Jiang Fengwu paused, then said, "There is a chance for life only by venturing out; staying on Wanxian Island means waiting for death. Perhaps Zhiyue has encountered a stroke of fortune."
"You're right, let's go back."
Jiang Fengwu could understand Li Zhirui's current mood; he didn't speak, simply keeping him company in silence.
In the days that followed, Li Zhirui locked himself in the Alchemy Room, sorting out his emotions.
He originally thought that after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, he had enough strength to protect his family and clansmen. However, multiple lessons taught him that this was just wishful thinking—the Nascent Soul was not as omnipotent as he believed.
