“I want to become as strong as you!”

That was what Lu Wan’er said before she left.

Yang Ye just stared blankly at her vanished figure. He knew that she wasn’t joking because he saw the same firmness and resolution he had in her eyes. With her disposition, she should have stayed at home, enjoyed the warmth and comfort there, and received the care and protection of others. But the cruelty of reality caused her to have no choice but to experience hardships and lay eyes upon the most ruthless side of society.

In short, she was an unlucky woman. No, to a certain extent, she should be considered as lucky. Because it was very likely that she would be able to take control of her fate in the future and prevent herself from being at the mercy of others. How many people could truly take control of their fate and destiny on this continent which respected the strong?

Yang Ye didn’t let her head to the southern territory by herself, and he’d sent out his newest Sword Servant, that City Governor of Needless City, to escort her. So, unless someone targeted her on purpose, it shouldn’t be a problem for her to arrive at the southern territory while protected by an Exalt Realm expert.

Yang Ye withdrew his gaze and looked at the Pseudo Dao Artifact in his hand, Frostlight. It was around 1m long, dark blue in color, and it emanated...