This was an extremely indifferent, restrained, and arrogant man, who would never bow his head for a woman.
Feng Yun knew this, but she did not regret saying so.
It seemed like a moment had passed, or perhaps a long time, when finally, footsteps could be heard.
Pei Jue had left.
Feng Yun looked up and saw only his back as he took his sword and left, without a word.
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The next day before dawn, Pei Jue returned.
Feng Yun did not know where he had slept that night, nor did she ask, but she was somewhat surprised that Pei Jue insisted on escorting her back.
Leaving the camp at this critical moment, his behavior puzzled Feng Yun.
From the camp at Jieqiu Mountain to the Tianzhuang in Huaxi Village, it was a good few dozen miles.
Fortunately, at this time of day, they could avoid the heat, and Pei Jue had found a cart used for hauling goods in the camp to ride in, which was quite comfortable.
