Mo You turned around and left.
But the once free-spirited Mo You, that broad back, and the reassuring feeling it gave.
At this moment, had turned into dejection, melancholy, and endless loneliness.
"Alas." Qing Lin sighed.
"Brother Mo You is actually a nice person."
"It's just his sister... alas."
"If not for this, he wouldn't have disappointed so many fellow academy students."
Qing Lin sighed again, "In fact, Brother Mo You hasn't been having an easy time lately either."
"His sister was just sent back to Black Cloud Academy, severely injured, with her Cultivation completely crippled, enduring endless torment of flames every day."
"I've seen how much pain Brother Mo You has suffered because of this."
"And for this reason, how haggard and exhausted he has become."
"Yet, he still has to prepare for the grand event of the Ancient Emperor's Tomb."
"If possible..." Qing Lin hesitated for a moment, looking at Xiao Yi.
"No, it's not possible." Xiao Yi shook his head.
