Qin Mo watched Long Yan's departing figure and reflected for a long time. He too was a cultivator, but because he received favors from Ouyang Di in his youth, he had always served him faithfully. Seeing Long Yan's actions today, the passion that had long been sealed in his heart stirred once again.
"Master."
Qin Mo dismounted and helped Ouyang Di, who was lying in the rubble, without saying a word, just quietly watching him.
Now, he was no longer the iron-blooded general of the past, but merely an old man in his late years.
"I want to leave."
Qin Mo understood Ouyang Di's temperament well; their conversations had always been this straightforward, simply stating a desire to leave.
Hearing Qin Mo's words, a trace of reluctance arose in Ouyang Di's heart. During the battles, Qin Mo had truly been his loyal follower. If Qin Mo were to leave, Ouyang Di did not know who else he could rely on.
"Why? If it is because of that rebellious son..."