"Shiyu..."
Qin Li's voice trembled slightly. Over the years, he and Shiyu had spent more time apart than together. Sometimes, Qin Li would feel a pang of uncertainty. 'Is desperately cultivating and striving for the pinnacle of this world really the right choice? Shouldn't I be like an ordinary person, taking Shiyu to find some secluded paradise and live a quiet life?'
However, such thoughts were always fleeting.
Qin Li knew very well that even if he wanted to, it was just an extravagant hope. "In the Martial World, your fate is not your own"—those words were not just a saying.
The entire Qin Family, such a large clan, had no path of retreat. They could only march forward. If Qin Li himself slacked off, the fall of the Qin Family was almost a certainty.
