I blinked, understanding: “So only I and Mu Chen can go back?”
“Yes,” Qing Yuan said, “This was originally between you and the King, so it’s not inappropriate for you two to solve it.”
He spoke impartially, without any impulse to loyally sacrifice himself for the King. The Traversal Lord looked confused but didn’t ask more.
I suddenly thought of a problem and asked seriously: “Is there a chance we won’t be able to return?”
“Yes.”
If you and the King are killed by people from five thousand years ago before we can bring you back, you will not be able to return.”
I nodded. Though dangerous, we had no other choice. The resentful spirit would not be eliminated, and Mu Chen and I would die anyway, just a matter of time. Going on this desperate journey might bring a turning point.
As we approached the Bone River, not just my heart, but my limbs felt numb. I almost leaned on the Traversal Lord.
The Traversal Lord gave a sidelong glance: “If my gossip information isn’t wrong… your lover seems to be Mu Chen? Leaning on me like this, aren’t you afraid I’ll be killed, or that you might be killed?”
I jolted: “We’re clearly just best friends!”
“…Have you ever seen a best friend with six-pack abs?”
“Traversal Lord, you actually have six-pack abs!!! Let me see!”
“…Your man is staring at you from across the river.”
I shuddered, quickly withdrawing my hand and looking across, indeed seeing Mu Chen looking at me with a half-smile. I awkwardly waved. If there were a mirror, I’d definitely look pale. Only when I saw the black qi intertwining with the bodies floating in the Bone River did I understand why I looked this way.
Just moments ago, I felt uncomfortable walking this road, but now that I’m closer, I surprisingly have little reaction.
I moved closer to Qing Yuan and said, “Qing Yuan, actually I can go back alone, right? If something happens to Mu Chen, how will you explain it to the Ghost Realm?”
