Seeing this line of words, Zhao Ya couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows slightly, but he wasn’t surprised.
Although Yanting Mountain was fine when Zhao Ya left Yan Capital City, now it’s suddenly critically ill. Even using his toe to think, he could guess there’s sothing suspicious inside.
But to be honest, none of this is important.
The Great Yan is already riddled with holes, on the verge of collapse, and such a situation cannot be changed by the power of one person.
Even if Yanting Mountain doesn’t die, it would only slightly delay the process.
However, this served as a reminder for Zhao Ya that it’s ti to go back.
Although Zhao Ya had no interest in whether the Great Yan would perish, and who would be emperor afterward.
But there are still so matters in Yan Capital City that need his attention.
Zhao Ya returned to the Song Family.
By this ti, it was already early morning, and in the deep silence of the night, Zhao Ya didn’t want to wake up the gatekeeper, so he flew directly into the courtyard.
Just as he landed and was about to return to his room, Zhao Ya suddenly saw soone sitting under the big tree in the courtyard.
It was Song Peiwan!
Zhao Ya was slightly stunned, then chuckled lightly and said, "It’s so late, why haven’t you gone to sleep?"
"Hmm, I’ve been waiting for you to co back."
"Waiting for ?" Zhao Ya was sowhat surprised.
"Are you... about to leave?" Song Peiwan hesitated for a mont, and finally asked.
Zhao Ya didn’t hide it, "Yes."
"When do you plan to set off?"
"Tomorrow."
"So soon?"
"Hmm, there are still so matters to handle in Yan Capital City."
"What will you do after finishing them?"
"I’ll go back to Yunxiao County once, and then go adventure outside." Zhao Ya spoke quite frankly about his future plans.
"Oh, well... safe travels." Song Peiwan said softly.
Seeing Song Peiwan obviously feeling sowhat downcast, Zhao Ya also fell silent.
How could he not know Song Peiwan’s feelings?
But he was destined to continue down the path of the Martial Dao, which ant he would never settle down in one place and live an easy life.
Moreover, Song Peiwan was different from Zui’Er—she couldn’t follow him around the world.
These two irreconcilable contradictions seed to predestine that it would be difficult for the two of them to be together.
So at this mont, Zhao Ya felt a mix of emotions and didn’t know what to say.
"It’s late, since you’re leaving tomorrow, you should go rest." Song Peiwan stood up and said softly.
Zhao Ya nodded, "You too, get so sleep early."
And so they parted.
Song Peiwan returned to her room.
The maid Xiaoman had already fallen asleep on the table.
Obviously, she had been sitting there waiting for her, until she couldn’t hold on anymore and fell asleep.
Seeing this, Song Peiwan couldn’t help but lighten her footsteps.
Despite this, Xiaoman quickly woke up.
"Miss, you’re back!" Xiaoman asked sleepily.
"Hmm, I’m back."
"Did you see Commander Zhao?"
"I did," Song Peiwan replied faintly.
"Oh? So what did you guys talk about?" Xiaoman was very curious.
"Nothing much, just a simple chat. He said he’s leaving tomorrow."
Xiaoman widened her eyes, "Leaving tomorrow? So soon?"
"Yes, he said after handling so matters, he plans to go out and explore." Song Peiwan’s tone was sowhat desolate.
"Actually, I’ve long known that soone like him would never stay for anyone. Only Zui’Er, who keeps following him everywhere, can continue with him."
"But Miss, you... ." Xiaoman was very anxious.
Song Peiwan just waved her hand, "Don’t say anything, I’m a bit tired, let’s sleep."
"Oh!" Xiaoman didn’t dare to make a sound.
She said she was sleeping, but actually, that night Song Peiwan tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
It wasn’t until dawn that she finally fell into a confused sleep, but she was soon awakened.
"Miss, Miss, Commander Zhao has left, and this is what he left for you before he left." Xiaoman, with a complicated expression, handed a box to Song Peiwan.
When Song Peiwan opened it, she found it was a sword manual, hand-written by Zhao Ya overnight.
Although Zhao Ya had never used a sword, once one’s martial arts realm reaches a certain level, the principles are basically the sa.
Additionally, back at the Golden Saber Institute, Zhao Ya had read many sword manuals.
These were all collected by the Golden Saber Institute, and although they were primarily low-grade Xuan-tier or Yellow-tier cultivation techniques, they were very enlightening for Zhao Ya.
Since he was leaving this ti, Zhao Ya felt that he should leave a gift for Song Peiwan.
Thinking she used a sword, Zhao Ya crafted a sword technique specifically tailored to her characteristics.
As she flipped through the sword manual, Song Peiwan couldn’t calm her emotions for a long ti.
Suddenly.
She stood up, took the sword hanging on the wall, and turned to leave.
"Miss, where are you going?" Xiaoman asked in surprise.
"To the backyard to practice sword." Song Peiwan walked away without looking back.
She had made up her mind to practice diligently and strive for a breakthrough in the Martial Dao.
Although she might not be able to catch up to Zhao Ya, at least she wouldn’t fall too far behind.
At the sa ti, there were two others who also received gifts personally written by Zhao Ya.
One was Tan Dong, to whom Zhao Ya gave a book on Martial Dao cultivation, with detailed explanations of problems he might encounter in the future.
Looking at the book, Tan Dong couldn’t help but be moved to tears, silently vowing not to disappoint Zhao Ya’s expectations and to train until he achieved sothing.
The other one was naturally Song Linqing.
He received a book on Poison Dao, in which Zhao Ya docunted his insights and experiences on different at Fields and Poison Dao, as a way to repay Song Linqing for the kindness he showed him years ago.
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