Since becoming Yan Xin's apprentice, Chen Jingxuan hardly ever left the Imperial City.
Now that he had become the Book Tower Master, the future State Preceptor of Great Chu, he was even more bound to the place.
Suddenly.
Chen Jingxuan softly spoke: "Actually, you're not wrong."
Xie Xuanyi was momentarily taken aback.
"The world is so vast, and only staying in the Imperial City, indeed, is something to regret."
The Little National Master looked up, his eyes filled with regret, and slowly said, "If possible, I actually want to go out and see..."
Xie Xuanyi hadn't thought too much when he had previously spoken those words.
But now it seemed.
That statement carried some double entendre.
"It's just a pity, the nation is too heavy a burden, the common people too wretched. Someone must always lead the fate of this world."
