Seeing Lingxiao struggle always left Xiao Wuji feeling a twinge of heartache. These past few days, he had been learning the art of killing from Zimo and Ziheng, desperate to increase his strength, yet he had to admit that his body was now pathetically weak. Before he was poisoned, his martial arts skills, while not legendary, had certainly not been poor; otherwise, he never could have snatched that sword from Prince Han. But since the poisoning, he was as fragile as a paper doll wrapped in skin.
Yet, at this very time of weakness, fate had granted him the chance to have Lingxiao by his side. It had stirred his heart, yet failed to give him the strength to match his desires. He couldn't even protect Lingxiao now. All he could do was tell himself not to be a burden. Yes, he must not be a burden.
"I’m leaving. Every night, I will reach out to you."
Chapter 170