"The strange poison is neutralized; your wounds should pose no further problem now."

The sky was gradually darkening... The young lady first broke the silence, yet her hand remained still after delivering the final warm current into his palm, which made Feng Yi feel at a loss, "Shall I get a cup of water for you, my lady?"

"Mm."

The young lady slightly nodded, her gaze full of genuine emotions and something indescribable, before slowly withdrawing her jade-like hand.

Feng Yi's thoughts inevitably became chaotic; it was the feeling of his heartbeat racing. He even hesitated to look directly at her, hastily preparing a cup of hot water and gently sliding it toward her...

The young lady sat elegantly upright as though she was no longer that shrewd and decisive person; her half-lowered eyelids rather conveyed a tender, girlish charm as she subtly commented, "Why does Sir keep avoiding my gaze?"

"The young lady possesses both beauty and intelligence, with a stable grasp on elegance—one could say heavenly. My reaction is not that unusual, is it?"

She felt her heart stir, her charming smile becoming even more attractive, "So, does that mean Sir hasn't met the right lady yet?"

"The right lady..."

"Mm. Considering your status, even taking multiple wives wouldn't surprise me."

Feng Yi nodded and lowered his head again, unsure how to respond. If it was about suitability, then of course, there was someone; but compared to this familiar yet strange woman before him, she seemed to be the one who truly understood him.

"Those women must be outstanding, right?"

"They are indeed excellent."

"So, have you reached the stage of discussing marriage with them?"

"Almost."

"How enviable," she mused gently, her almond-shaped eyes full of emotion, "But which one among them do you care for the most?"

"Ha ha, well..." Feng Yi suddenly startled as if realizing he almost fell into her trap, and said, "In terms of talent, none of those ladies compare to you, not even close. May I keep this a secret?"

"Of course you can."

Failing to elicit a confession, she cast an indifferent glance around and said, "Emotions might not be visible, but I sense your inner voice."

"And what did you see?"

"Conflict, entanglement, confusion, you have many things difficult to express that you wish to let go of."

Feng Yi smiled, "Which aspect do you mean, my lady?"

"Just take Zi Yu from the Jade Clear Sect, your kindness towards her—is it out of guilt towards another girl?"

Feng Yi was thunderstruck internally; he indeed felt guilty towards Qi'er, and that's why he transferred that guilt onto Zi Yu. "How could you make such a conclusion?"

"Not only that, you harbor similar feelings towards Jiu Ling, as well as towards Mengdie and Milly. Perhaps only the Blade Warrior could be considered your true confidant—am I right?"

Silence fell upon Feng Yi as shock overcame him; it seemed even he wasn't clear about these subconscious issues, yet she had uncovered them with a single remark. Who is she, really?

"This, I cannot comprehend. You clearly still harbor other matters in your heart; you're a special person with broad knowledge and wouldn't join this peak battle out of idle conflict, would you?"

"So what have you perceived, my lady?"

"Let me think..." She paused for a moment and said, "Could it be Xiu Yi?"

"Xiu Yi... what makes you say that?"

"It's widely known that Xiu Yi is your main disciple. While Zi Yu is training at the Jade Clear Sect, Feng Luo is guided by Sky Shadow, Xiu Yi grows like a lone reed in the wilderness weathering the storm. They all seem like your children, whom you strive to treat equally, but you wish to offer more guidance to Xiu Yi, witness each of their growth—this is the true reason you participated in the battle, am I right?"

Feng Yi lowered his head deeply... This young lady was incredibly astute and ingeniously insightful; even a fleeting emotional lapse would be fully perceived by her. "Your heart is as pure as ice and your ambition as high as the smoke; there might be no secret in the world that could escape your notice."

"You're too kind. But since you've come this far, and have seen Xiu Yi and the others, why does a shadow still flicker across your brow? Could it be that even someone of your disposition has unresolved matters?"

Hearing this, Feng Yi fell into quiet contemplation, silently retrieving two newly maintained revolvers and a guitar from a crystal container, placing them on the table.

She frowned, speaking slowly and deliberately, "A guitar and revolvers..."

"These belong to a friend."

"A friend... They seem to hold significant meaning for you."

"Indeed, they hold a very special significance."

"And these two items... does that mean your friend has…"

"As you might guess, he has passed away."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to remind you of the past."

However, Feng Yi merely returned a wry smile, reminiscing, "He was called the Ace of Spades, the last gun god of the world—the only guy who mastered 360-degree indiscriminate shooting. It was Old A who taught me gun fighting; he also taught me to play the guitar."

"I didn't expect that you were also versed in music." Surprise flashed through her eyes.

"Just a bit," Feng Yi said, "Before Old A died, I promised him I wouldn't teach the indiscriminate shooting technique to anyone. To this day, our agreement still stands."

"And is this what troubles you so?"

"Yes. This is exactly what Xiu Yi needs most now."

Hearing this, she understood where Feng Yi's trouble arose. As a mentor, he had the ability to support Xiu Yi, yet he was forced to watch due to a promise. Nonetheless, this was a precious quality in everyone. Her gaze softened even more, and she murmured, "Brother Feng is truly a noble person."

"Thank you, my lady."

"Thank me for what?"

"For your compliment."

The young lady asked, "Why?"

"Because I don't regard myself as noble, not like you, possessing extraordinary grace and virtue, winning over others with beauty."

She half-lowered her eyelashes, her demeanor exceptionally beautiful, staring at Feng Yi somewhat dazed, her heart stirring with uncontrollable waves, "Brother Feng..."

"Yes?"

"In the past, our interactions were much like usual greetings—hello; goodbye, good morning; goodnight. Since it's in the past, why cling to old promises making things troublesome?" While she consoled him, her contradictory heart didn't want to receive the expected answer.

"What, then, does the lady think I should do?"

"Let go of the worries, face yesterday calmly—if one could live life with love and hate, open-heartedly accepting past gloom without regrets, only then could we create the life we aspire to."

Feng Yi shook his head with a bitter smile, his tone profound, "You understand me, yet you do not know me."

The young lady's radiant smile could make flowers close and the beauty under the moon intoxicated. Her gentle smile, however, left Feng Yi stunned, "My lady...?"

"In youthful heroics, forging friendships with all the heroic souls, our talk of life and death, Brother Feng's word is worth a thousand gold pieces, forgive me if I offended you."

"Please don't say that, my lady."

She nodded gently, her gaze holding a sparkling moisture as if water drops, timidly fixating on Feng Yi for a long while before slowly rising, her words rich with countless emotions, "It's getting late, I should be going now..."

Suddenly, Feng Yi felt an inexplicable emptiness, even regretting vaguely—regretting his refusal for a late-night chat when she had first invited him upon their initial encounter. It was an unfounded thought.

"Must you go now?"

"Mm." She half-pondered, nodded slowly, her movement surprisingly leisurely, as though reluctant to leave without saying more, awaiting a reason for her to linger. "It's late, and since Brother Feng is no longer in danger here, I fear staying longer might be inconvenient."

"The battlefield is perilous. Although the young lady's lightness skills are superb, I do wish you take care of yourself."

Her delicate form slightly paused, then she turned like a startling swan, graceful as drifting wind and falling snow, yet impossible to grasp... As their gazes fixed upon each other, silence fell once more.

(I have returned, originally promised to update 4000 words daily; I didn't expect an illness to render me incapable. The situation now seems less severe—thank you for waiting patiently, I'll do my best to adjust soon!)

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