"Wait until the matters of the Martial God Temple are concluded, then it's not too late to find her for a talk.
"There is still hope in her heart, it's perfect to shatter that hope completely."
"Tsk tsk..."
Yang Xiaoyun pursed her lips, "You really come across like an Old Demon."
The couple's conversation reached this point as the east began to lighten.
The night has passed once again.
They exchanged no more words and headed back to their room to rest.
...
...
The seawater surged, parted by the large ship, thrown behind.
On the deck, a young gentleman held a chess piece in his hand, quietly observing the board.
His expression was calm, his eyes even more undisturbed.
But this piece still could not be placed.
After a long silence, the person opposite spoke softly:
"There has been no news of the two flags, I imagine the person is already gone.
"This game... is difficult to play."
The young gentleman was unmoved by these words, only speaking quietly:
