"Hmm. But are you sure you're giving up guarding the Yan Country?"
Tang Xiaorou chuckled softly, gazing at Ye Xuan with deep affection and asked confusedly.
"This..."
Ye Xuan was stunned for a moment, and as he met Tang Xiaorou's eyes, he hesitated, not knowing what to say.
Since he was very young, Ye Xuan started cultivating Martial Arts, later enhancing his power with a spell. His master had always taught him never to forget his roots. Ye Xuan was born as a person of Yan Country, and if he were to die, he would be a ghost of Yan Country. Even though Ye Xuan changed his nationality, he couldn't change the fact that Yan Country's blood flowed through his veins.
"Xiaoxuan, you should know that given the current situation, Yan Country needs you back."
Tang Xiaorou choked up inside, tears streaming down her eyes, and said.
"I don't want to go back."
