Xie Xuanyi slowly raised his head.
He fixed his gaze on the eyes of the lord.
Those eyes held a smile, but deeper within, they were like a secluded sea, exuding indifference.
"Sword Cultivators emphasize clarity of thought."
Lu Yuzhen said with a smile, "If one harbors frustrations that cannot be vented, and chronic ailments that cannot be calmed, surely you no longer wish to wear this 'Xie Zhen' persona, right?"
"In this world, things rarely go as desired."
Xie Xuanyi spoke calmly, "This persona, I can still wear it for a long time."
"Very well... you really have changed from before."
Lu Yuzhen was quite pleased with this answer, and with a change in his tone, he earnestly advised, "The White Ghost and Mo Taoist have already sworn allegiance to Great Chu. In a few more days, it will probably be the Southern Border Demon Cleansing's moment of glory... I do not hope to see you in the Southern Border, do you understand what I mean?"
Xie Xuanyi felt a chill in his heart.
