He had wanted to march her all the way to the border himself, flanked by a phalanx of his elite guards, to ensure no rogue cultivator or demonic beast even looked at her funny.
But Ji'an had absolutely forbidden it.
"If you walk with me through the eastern market," Ji'an had argued earlier that morning, pointing an accusing finger at him over breakfast, "every single fujoshi within a ten-mile radius is going to manifest on a balcony to write fanfiction about our 'tearful, angsty farewell.' I refuse. I'm leaving quietly. I'm sneaking out like a thief in the night, except it is morning."
Lin Feng let out a deep, rumbling sigh, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "You can't sneak out, little bird. You're wearing the crest of the Celestial Sword Sect. You tend to attract attention simply by existing."
