A flicker of desolation crossed Gu Yuning's eyes, fleeting as a cold star in an autumn night. That sense of loneliness was like a flower withering rapidly in the chill wind, fading before it ever had a chance to bloom. She forced out a bitter smile—a smile like a shattered mirror, clumsily pieced back together yet full of cracks. Then, bowing slightly, she said softly, "It was my rashness, Young Master Du Bufan. I hope you will not take it to heart. Your grace in saving my life shines like a bright star in my heart, forever unforgettable. If we can successfully overthrow the rebel of the Divine Martial Prince's Estate this time, I will certainly make a special trip to express my sincerest gratitude to you." Her words were resolute, yet the bitterness within them spread slowly through the air like gall, fluttering helplessly in the wind like a leaf battered by a storm.
Du Bufan had already raised his foot, intending to leave this tangled web of right and wrong. In his eyes, the pugilistic world was like a turbulent sea, its waves roaring and crashing like furious beasts; royal court feuds were hidden, fatal vortices within it, gaping like giant black monsters that would shatter anyone dragged into them into pieces. He had always adhered to the creed of staying aloof from worldly affairs, wanting only to roam free in the martial world like a lone eagle soaring unhindered through the sky. Yet Gu Yuning's words pierced the night like a sudden thunderclap, exploding in his ears w…
Chapter 94