Ma Yuan's eyes dimmed slightly as a soft sigh escaped his lips. It was heavy with resignation and disappointment.
In truth after what Yang Qing told him when they first had the discussion, he had already made his choice then. Asking this question now was out of worry and the effects of the trauma he had endured and the fears it left him with.
The past few months was the most relaxed he had ever been in his whole life. Back when he was younger, before he started cultivating, the only reason he ended up stumbling onto the ruin of the rogue palace realm cultivator and alchemist, whose legacy shaped who he is, he had only gone there with his friends because they were running for their lives.