"She is just a servant."
Senior Luoo, as if interrupting, yet also reminding Xiao Yi.
"Servant?" Xiao Yi smiled, "In my eyes, not entirely."
"Moreover, should a servant pay for everything?"
"I don't think so."
"Perhaps my thoughts differ from yours."
"In short, nothing is a must, nor is anything taken for granted."
"Besides, even if you or she herself thinks it's justified, I won't allow it if I'm unwilling."
Senior Luoo had already furrowed his brow.
Xiao Yi stood with hands behind him, still smiling.
"So, when I joined the Holy Moon Sect, I first asked if she was willing."
"Because that's my debt to her."
From beginning to end, Xiao Yi never cared whether his search of over ten years was worth it.
Because he owed her.
He had told her that what belonged to her youthful days suited to explore the world was forcibly taken by the Saint Lord, exchanged for endless longing, seclusion, and desolation.
