But now, my original task has ended, the play has finished.

　　In my eyes, there is only the world and its people.

　　I scanned Dahai Xing calmly, with a gaze as ordinary as passing by flowers or a simple stone.

　　My gaze lowered and paused only when it fell on Xuanhong and.

　　I walked over.

　　Dahai Xing instinctively walked towards me, obediently wanting to embrace me and said, 'Master, you've come to find me.

　　I knew you weren't angry with me.

　　Master, I miss you so much.' But in the next moment, I raised my hand and pushed away his outstretched arms, and calmly said, 'Excuse me.' I brushed past him.

　　Dahai Xing's smile froze.

　　His pupils contracted, and he hastily withdrew his arms, looking at me in disbelief, crouching in front of Xuanhong and.

　　His fingers trembled, and his voice weakly asked, 'Master, what are you doing?' He suddenly knelt down, crawling a few steps on his knees, throwing his black cloak heavily into the muddy water.

　　He climbed clumsily towards me, grabbing my hand, and then squeezed out a smile, saying, 'Master, I am here.

　　Disciple is here.' Xuanhong and's condition was very bad, and if it was only spiritual energy input, it might not be enough to save his life.

　　I frowned, opened his clothes, and carefully examined the sword wound on his rib.

　　Dahai Xing swayed and saw my palm pressing against Xuanhong and's skin.

　　He seemed to have entered a strange and painful dream.

　　He supported his unsteady consciousness, forcing a smile and said, 'Master, you don't need to kill him for me.

　　Please take care of yourself.

　　Don't worry, disciple has become stronger now.

　　I will do the dirty work of killing him.' There was an even stronger murderous intent between his eyebrows, and dark energy circulated.

　　I couldn't afford to pay attention to him.

　　I gathered spiritual energy with my hand, about to heal Xuanhong and, but my ankle was firmly grabbed by someone.

　　The person was persistent and pulled hard.

　　I finally turned around.

　　Dahai Xing was kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with doubt, disbelief, and jealousy.

　　He struggled to smile at me, submissive and humble.

　　'Master, why are you always looking at him? Don't you like me? Why have you never looked at me directly from the beginning?' he asked softly.

　　'Are you still angry with me?' He kept saying, 'I'm sorry, master.

　　I thought you would forgive me.

　　I didn't expect you to give me the Golden Elixir.

　　I didn't intentionally want to kill you.

　　Please forgive me again and don't be angry with me.'