"The emperor isn't in a hurry, but the eunuch is!"
Zhou Yuan unabashedly scolded, and still, his gaze turned to the crowd, hoping to find that familiar figure.
He indeed owed Qing Ning an apology, and embarking on this journey to the forbidden land—despite having what seemed like a foolproof plan—might still not guarantee his return alive, so he wished to personally say sorry to the girl.
However, after scanning the crowd and finding no sign of her, he clasped his fists and said, "Elder Wei, if I never return, please relay a message to Ranran for me, just tell her I've gone on a long journey."
As his words fell, half his body was already engulfed by the gate.
"Okay!"
Wei Shen's expression became emotional, his eyes seemed to fill with sand, and he felt the urge to cry.
Essentially, these were parting words.
Master Xuan Ji sneered coldly; with Zhou Yuan gone, he'd be the one to call the shots in Lieyang Town.
"Bastard, don't you have anything you want to say to me?"