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The fire flickered, and it was still early. When did I finally make up my mind to send Hong Yulong out of the game? At that time, he would tell me the secrets behind it all.
After saying this, Gu suddenly grabbed Jiang Anbo by the collar and vanished from the spot. Liu Dong and Ye Youluo stood there in a daze, their legs brushing against the sheepskin scroll that Gu had thrown over. When the Nine Nether Cultivator hurriedly arrived beside Ye Youluo, she paid no attention to him, instead repeatedly stroking the half-unrolled sheepskin scroll. No one knew what had just happened, nor did anyone understand why that Nine Nether Prodigy had rushed everyone over.
With a loud thud, Gu and Jiang Anbo tumbled into the desert, Jiang Anbo's head buried deep in the sand. Gu Ze plopped down on the sand, and they both took a moment to straighten Yi Dong's disheveled clothes before finally breathing a sigh of relief.
But no matter what, Jiang Anbo couldn't feel happy. He suddenly realized that he and Gu Bian were fundamentally different kinds of people.
Was what I said about that condition true?
He sought an answer but knew he wouldn't agree to it later; that's why there was that secret afterward.
What did I throw at him?
Gu Hu stared blankly at Yi Dong, watching as Jiang Anbo struggled with his disheveled clothes but looked at him with a serious expression, his eyes suddenly filled with something indescribable.
Did I know? Actually, there was someone still alive. He had always been alive. The entire world had forgotten him. At first, he didn't want to live; later, he didn't want to live like that anymore. He was a hero but wished to be a carefree immortal.
A carefree immortal, without worries or cares.
Jiang Anbo didn't know who Gu was talking about and didn't bother to ask what Gu had given Ye Youluo. He felt as if he would only truly understand this enigmatic person standing before him tomorrow.
He promised me that if I ever needed him to step forward, he would never hide behind anyone.
In the Universe Hall, Jiang Anbo sighed, feeling no need to dwell on his previous actions. "I don't deny," he muttered before deciding to contact the others.
He didn’t see any objections. A red figure vanished into the desert, heading towards the exit of the secret realm, leaving behind a trail of small footprints in the sand.
As night fell and stars filled the sky, Ying Zhan sat beside the gloomy Chu Yunxiang, just like they had done that morning before their separation, lighting a campfire.
"Do you think he might encounter some danger?"
Ying Zhan slowly breathed in and out, trying to shake off the fatigue from the Red Sky Battle, making Chu Yunxiang seem more like someone talking to himself.
"When will we be able to see him again?"
That guy named Jiang drove us away.
"I don't deny," he said, "that I like him."
As they spoke, Chu Yunxiang suddenly broke into a silly grin, picking up a branch that Ying Zhan had found. The clean reflection of his face flickered in the oasis's central lake.
"I don't deny," he continued. "That Jiang pushed me away. They’re both just ordinary people. I don’t deny it; I understand that kind of thing."
Ying Zhan slowly opened his eyes and tossed a piece of wood into the fire. "I don't deny," he said, feeling cold but also thinking that the campfire in front of them looked quite beautiful.
Chu Yunxiang didn't know what to say, just staring blankly at the campfire in front of him. Ying Zhan said she knew everything, and so did Minghong, but he couldn't deny it. He found himself thinking about that person he had just met, the one he had slapped hard across the face. They seemed a bit reckless, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed that in that world, only that guy would think of himself first in any situation.
In that world, very few people could truly find satisfaction, not even their ancestors from the Ying Clan.
Ying Zhan didn't continue speaking; she lay down beside her Red Tiger, giving Chu Yunxiang some space to think, although it seemed like there wasn't much to ponder.
But could he deny it? He kept thinking.
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