Regent King Ye Xuan

Ye Xuan's words left Chu Jinghong completely stunned.

Almost as a conditioned reflex, Chu Jinghong's originally breathtaking face instantly twisted, and an utterly terrifying killing intent erupted from her body.

"Don't you dare!"

Chu Jinghong's eyes widened, her voice so shrill it almost pierced the eardrums. The oppressive aura of the Mahayana realm spilled out uncontrollably, instantly crushing the remaining furniture in the hall into fine powder!

Her, sharing Ye Xuan with other women? Even if only in name?

Absolutely not! Just thinking about that scene gave her the urge to chop all those women into minced meat!

Seeing her enraged to the point of losing her reason, Ye Xuan not only did not back down, but instead let out a hearty yet sorrowful burst of laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

Ye Xuan laughed so hard that tears nearly fell. He pointed at Chu Jinghong, his voice filled with deep mockery and sorrow:

"Do you see clearly now, Chu Jinghong? Do you see? When the tables are turned, you cannot accept it either! You cannot even bear to hear it!"

Chu Jinghong trembled all over, the fury in her eyes freezing.

A flash of intense shame and guilt flickered in the depths of her eyes, but her pride as the First Empress made it impossible for her to bow her head and admit her mistake in this moment.

"That... that is different!" she shouted, forcing her logic, her face flushed red from anger and guilt.

"How is it different?" Ye Xuan pressed forward step by step, staring fixedly at her. "What? Is your heart made of flesh, and mine made of stone? You expect me to compromise for the greater good, so why can't you?"

Backed into a corner with nowhere to retreat, Chu Jinghong's arrogance as a supreme ruler finally erupted entirely.

She fiercely waved her sleeve, raised her head, and looked at Ye Xuan with a cold, lofty gaze that looked down upon all living things, roaring word by word:

"Because I am the First Empress! And you are merely the Regent!"

Dead silence.

The great hall once again fell into a suffocating, dead silence.

As soon as these words came out, Chu Jinghong herself was stunned. Her face turned deathly pale. She wanted to take them back, but it was already too late.

Ye Xuan stood quietly in place.

He was no longer angry, no longer roaring. He merely looked at Chu Jinghong, the last trace of light in his eyes completely extinguishing.

"You finally... said it."

Ye Xuan's voice was as light as a wisp of smoke, carrying the bleakness of a heart turned to ashes.

"So in your heart, we haven't been a married couple sharing hardships for a long time. You are the sovereign, and I am the subject."

He laughed self-deprecatingly and slowly untied the jade pendant at his waist that represented the supreme power of the Prince Regent. With a clatter, he casually tossed it onto the ground.

"Since you think this is how it should be, since our statuses are already so disparate..."

Ye Xuan raised his head. In those eyes that once brimmed with deep affection, only endless coldness and absolute resolve remained:

"Very well. Then let us divorce."

"I return the Great Jin's empire to you. If you want to be your First Empress, go be it. Whether you find a hundred or a thousand male concubines, it is no longer my concern."

"What did you say?" Chu Jinghong looked as if she had been struck by lightning, her whole body uncontrollably staggering back a step.

"I said, divorce." Ye Xuan turned around and strode out of the hall without the slightest attachment. "From now on, you walk your sunlit road, and I will cross my single-log bridge. In life or death, we shall never meet again."

Looking at Ye Xuan's resolute back, the suppressed, crazed yandere nature at the bottom of Chu Jinghong's heart was finally completely ignited.

"Halt!"

Chu Jinghong let out a shrill scream that sounded like weeping and complaining.

In the next second, her terrifying Mahayana realm cultivation violently erupted, and the main doors of the Changle Palace were tightly sealed by an invisible force.

She instantly appeared behind Ye Xuan, hugging him tightly from behind, almost tightly enough to snap his ribs.

"You are not allowed to leave! I forbid you from leaving!"

Chu Jinghong's voice was filled with a spine-chilling paranoia and madness. She buried her cheek deeply into Ye Xuan's back, tears pouring out frantically, but the words spilling from her mouth were as cold as a viper's tongue:

"You are mine! You are mine for all lifetimes! Divorce? Do not even think about it! Even if I have to break both your legs and lock you to the bed with Nine Nether Profound Iron, you can only stay by my side!"

"Ye Xuan, you are my Imperial Husband. Even if you die, you can only die on my Dragon Bed!"

Chu Jinghong was like a crazed beast guarding its food, her exquisite face appearing somewhat twisted from extreme panic and possessiveness.

She gritted her teeth tightly, her tears dropping onto Ye Xuan's back, carrying a scalding despair.

"Let go."

Ye Xuan's voice was completely devoid of emotion, like a pool of stagnant water.

He did not struggle, allowing this force that was almost snapping his ribs to imprison him. He merely turned his head slightly, coldly glancing at this woman who had descended into madness out of the corner of his eye.

"I won't let go! I won't let go even in death!" Chu Jinghong screamed hysterically. Her Mahayana realm spiritual energy rampaged violently within the hall, shattering the surrounding jade pillars inch by inch.

"If you want to keep me here, fine." Ye Xuan took a deep breath, suppressing the tearing, dull pain in his chest. He spoke word by word, each one striking the tip of Chu Jinghong's heart like a heavy hammer: "Then rescind your edict. No taking concubines. Not even one."

Chu Jinghong suddenly shuddered, and her rampaging spiritual energy instantly stagnated.

She slowly loosened her grip, walking around to face Ye Xuan. Her bloodshot phoenix eyes stared fixedly at him. She was struggling; the calculations of an Emperor and the morbid possessiveness of a woman were warring madly in her mind.

Looking into Ye Xuan's eyes, which no longer held any warmth and seemed ready to completely vanish at any moment, Chu Jinghong finally felt an unprecedented fear.

She knew that if she dared to say even half a no today, the man before her would thoroughly escape her world, even if it meant risking the complete destruction of his soul.

"Alright..."

Chu Jinghong's lips trembled, and she finally dejectedly lowered her proud head, her voice carrying deep reluctance and grievance: "I promise you... I will not take concubines. I will have the Grand Secretariat withdraw the decree right now... Do not go, Ah Xuan, do not leave me..."

She threw herself into Ye Xuan's embrace once more, bawling loudly like a child who had done something wrong.

Ye Xuan let her hold him. He did not hug her back, nor did he push her away. He simply closed his eyes wearily.

Although he had forced her to compromise, Ye Xuan felt no joy of victory in his heart, only endless sorrow.

That once-pure love had, in the end, been tainted by the stench of too much power.

But at least... she stepped back.

Ye Xuan comforted himself like this in his heart.

However, this self-deceiving peace lasted for less than seven days.

Early one morning, seven days later, at the Prince Regent's Estate.

"Your Highness!"

Ye Xuan's confidant, a veteran general who had followed him through life and death for hundreds of years, rushed into the study covered in sweat, practically tumbling and crawling. His face was as pale as paper, and even his voice was trembling violently.

"What has caused such panic?" Ye Xuan frowned slightly, setting down the jade slip in his hand.

The palace... something has happened at the palace!

The old general fell to his knees with a heavy thud. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was mournful, The spiritual boats of the Nine Heavens Holy Land, the Limitless Holy Land, the Purple Cloud Holy Land... the spiritual boats of several top-tier sects have just anchored at the palace's Heaven Reception Terrace!

Ye Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and an ominous premonition instantly gripped his heart, What are they doing here? Didn't Her Majesty already issue a decree rejecting the political marriages?

No! Her Majesty never issued any decree! The old general angrily smashed his fist against the bluestone floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The spies your subordinate planted in the palace risked their lives to send back word... Her Majesty is at the Heaven Reception Terrace, personally welcoming the Holy Sons of those sects!

Ye Xuan's face instantly turned deathly pale, followed by a sickly flush.

The vital energy and blood within his body surged frantically out of control. A metallic sweetness rushed up his throat, but he forcefully swallowed it down.

Chu, Jing, hong...

Ye Xuan gritted his teeth, squeezing out every syllable as if it carried a thick scent of blood.

The next second, his gaze sharpened, and the terrifying cultivation base of the Tribulation Transcendence realm erupted instantly.

Without any hesitation, Ye Xuan directly employed a spatial divine ability that severely drained his true essence. The space within the study violently twisted, and his figure instantly turned into an afterimage, vanishing from where he stood.

The Great Jin Imperial Palace, Heaven Reception Terrace.

Ethereal music lingered in the air, accompanied by countless streaks of auspicious light. Several massive, mountain-like top-tier spiritual boats hovered in mid-air, blotting out the sun and sky, showcasing the unfathomable foundations of these supreme sects.

Ye Xuan hid within the void, concealing all his aura.

He stared fixedly at the grand and luxurious welcoming ceremony below. His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms. Blood dripped down, tick-tock, yet he remained completely oblivious to the pain.

He saw it.

A group of imposing young men, their bodies radiating brilliant divine light, marched down from the spiritual boats in a grand procession.

The mere auras exuded by the four men leading the group were enough to make the void tremble.

They were the peerless geniuses renowned throughout the Central State:

The Dao Child of the Limitless Holy Land, Gui Wuji. His black robes fluttered, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss.

The Holy Son of the Purple Cloud Holy Land, Yu Zichen. With purple hair and purple eyes, his aristocratic air was overwhelming.

The successor of the Taixu Sword Pavilion, Xu Chen. Carrying an ancient sword on his back, his sword intent pierced the heavens.

Especially the one leading them all, Lin Jiutian. Dressed in white robes purer than snow, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, he was incredibly handsome and elegant.

The aura around him was as vast as a misty sea, surprisingly having already reached the peak of the Body Integration realm!

And the woman standing in the very center of the Heaven Reception Terrace, wearing magnificent imperial robes and personally welcoming them with a smile, was none other than Chu Jinghong—the very same woman who, just days ago, had cried in his arms and sworn never to take any concubines!

Jinghong, long time no see.

Lin Jiutian stepped forward. His eyes held not a shred of the reverence one should have when facing an emperor; instead, they carried a cloying, affectionate tenderness.

He called her directly by her given name. That familiar tone was like a poisonous thorn, piercing ruthlessly into Ye Xuan's heart.

Not only did Chu Jinghong's face show no sign of displeasure, but she also curled her lips into a gentle smile that felt like a spring breeze.

She nodded slightly, her gaze as soft as water, Yes, it has been a long time.

Watching this scene from the void, Ye Xuan felt the world spin around him. His heart ached so much that he could barely breathe.

He knew of Lin Jiutian.

Lin Jiutian had pursued Chu Jinghong for hundreds of years and had once saved her life during a crisis.

Jinghong, my master has spoken, Lin Jiutian said, gazing at Chu Jinghong's breathtakingly beautiful face. His voice was soft but carried unquestionable confidence. As long as you take me as your imperial consort, the Nine Heavens Holy Land will do everything in its power to support the reign of your Great Jin Immortal Dynasty.

Ye Xuan stared intensely at Chu Jinghong's lips. He was waiting—waiting for her to refuse, waiting for her to explain.

However.

Chu Jinghong only smiled faintly. Shaking her head gently, she said in a soft voice:

Even without the support of the Nine Heavens Holy Land... based solely on the fact that you saved my life back then, I would still take you as my consort.

These words, like ten-thousand-year-old ice, instantly froze the blood in Ye Xuan's entire body.

At this moment, he flew into an absolute rage.

Violent spatial turbulence swept across the entire plaza like a hurricane, forcefully carving countless deep fissures into the surrounding white marble pillars.

Amidst a chorus of gasps, Ye Xuan slowly descended between the two of them.

His face was terrifyingly pale, yet his eyes were as red as blood, glaring fixedly at Chu Jinghong's face, which had instantly lost all its color.

What a fine 'even without the Nine Heavens Holy Land, I would still take you as my consort'!

Ye Xuan laughed in extreme anger, his laughter laced with endless mockery and desolation.

Pointing at Lin Jiutian, he advanced on Chu Jinghong step by step, his voice hoarse:

He only saved you once! Just once! And you are so moved to tears of gratitude that you want to take him into your bed!

Then what about me?

Ye Xuan violently tore open his robes, revealing his chest, which was crisscrossed with horrifying scars, leaving barely a single patch of intact skin. Every single scar was a fatal wound he had endured in the past to protect Chu Jinghong.

How many times have I saved you? A thousand times? Ten thousand times? For you, I burned my life essence three times and nearly had my soul entirely extinguished twice!

Chu Jinghong! Tell me, if saving you once makes him a noble consort, then after saving you all those times, what the hell am I?

Ye Xuan's roar was like thunder from the nine heavens, shocking all the low-cultivation palace maids and eunuchs present into fainting on the spot.

Forced to retreat step after step, Chu Jinghong looked at Ye Xuan's face, twisted in agony, and at the shocking scars on his chest. Her heart violently constricted.

Husband, listen to me, let me explain, it's not what you think... Panicking, Chu Jinghong reached out to grab Ye Xuan's arm, but he ruthlessly threw her hand off.

Insolent!

Seeing this, Lin Jiutian's eyes turned cold, and the oppressive aura of a peak Body Integration expert explosively erupted.

He took a step forward, blocking in front of Chu Jinghong, and looked at Ye Xuan with a condescending, provocative gaze.

So you are that so-called Regent, Ye Xuan?

Lin Jiutian sneered disdainfully, looking up and down at Ye Xuan's somewhat disheveled clothes. Just a piece of trash with the empty courage of a brute. Now that the Great Jin has been established, what Her Majesty needs is strong backing to stabilize her empire, not a jealous husband who only knows how to fight over vinegar. Ye Xuan, if I were you, I would know my place and abdicate to someone worthier, instead of barking here like a stray dog!

Scram!

Ye Xuan didn't even spare Lin Jiutian a glance. With a backhand motion, he delivered a slap through the air!

Slap!

A crisp, explosive sound rang out.

Even though Lin Jiutian was a peak Body Integration genius, in the face of an enraged strike from a Tribulation Transcendence mighty figure, he was nothing but a clay chicken or a pottery dog.

He didn't even have time to react. His entire body was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing fiercely into a side palace, his fate unknown.

Insolent!

You dare to injure the Dao Child of my Nine Heavens Holy Land!

The Dao Protectors of the Nine Heavens Holy Land shouted angrily in unison, drawing their weapons in a tense standoff.

But Ye Xuan paid them no mind whatsoever. In his world, at this moment, there was only this incredibly foreign-feeling woman standing before him.

"Is this your promise?" Ye Xuan looked at Chu Jinghong, his voice bone-chillingly cold. "Seven days ago, who was it crying in my arms, swearing never to take concubines? Who said they only wanted me? Chu Jinghong, what do you take me for? A dog you can call and dismiss at your whim?"

Chu Jinghong's face turned pale and then green. Being questioned so mercilessly by Ye Xuan in front of so many people made her feel extremely embarrassed and furious.

"Ye Xuan! Have you had enough!"

Chu Jinghong suddenly straightened her back. The golden dragons on her Nine Dragons Emperor Robe seemed to come alive, exuding a suffocating imperial pressure.

She gritted her teeth, forcefully suppressing the panic in her heart, and put on an awe-inspiring, righteous posture:

"I admit I broke my word! But what else could I do?"

She pointed at the fiercely glaring envoys from the great sects around them, her voice rising a few pitches. "Do you think I want to take concubines? Do you think I don't feel wronged? But this is all for the Great Jin! These sects have profound foundations. If I refuse them and they join forces to pressure us, what do we have to stop them?"

"I am doing this all for the foundation of our Great Jin!"

Looking at her spouting words about the state and the empire, framing her betrayal so high-soundingly, Ye Xuan suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.

He stared fixedly at Chu Jinghong. The last trace of struggle and hope in his eyes finally extinguished completely, like a dying candle in the wind.

"For our Great Jin..."

Ye Xuan muttered to himself, then suddenly laughed softly. His smile was incredibly dismal, revealing a despair that had seen through everything.

In his mind, scenes from three thousand years ago involuntarily surfaced.

At that time, the flames of war raged, and blood flowed like rivers.

Covered in blood, Chu Jinghong leaned against his back. Under the starry sky, she looked at him with sparkling eyes and said longingly, "Husband, when the chaos of war subsides, let's build a Great Jin dynasty that belongs to just the two of us, okay?"

Back then, she only had eyes for him.

But now...

Ye Xuan closed his eyes, hiding the heartbreaking despair in their depths.

When he opened his eyes again, all the tenderness was gone, leaving only a dead silence.

He shook his head, a devastatingly cold sneer curling at the corner of his lips as he looked at this woman wrapped in the gold and jade of imperial power.

"Chu Jinghong, wake up. There has never been 'our' Great Jin..."

Ye Xuan's voice was not loud, but it carried a resoluteness that completely tore the heart apart. "There is only your Great Jin!"

These words seemed to strike the most secret, untouchable reverse scale in Chu Jinghong's heart.

"Insolent!"

Chu Jinghong flew into a rage! Her majesty as the Empress completely overpowered her guilty conscience at this moment.

Her eyes widened as she pointed at Ye Xuan and shouted angrily, "Ye Xuan! Mind your status! I am the First Emperor of the Great Jin. Do I need to explain my actions to you?"

To maintain her pitiful imperial dignity in front of these sect geniuses, she actually publicly reprimanded the man who had conquered half the empire for her.

After reprimanding him, she took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing her anger.

When she turned her head to look at Lin Jiutian and the others, her cold, majestic face instantly became as gentle as a spring breeze and rain.

"Holy Son Lin, and all you geniuses."

Chu Jinghong's voice was bone-meltingly charming, even carrying a hint of apology. "The Regent has been overworking recently and is not in his right mind, making a fool of himself in front of you all. You have all had a tiring journey. Please follow the palace servants back to rest first. I will personally host a banquet to entertain you all later."

A victor's smile curled at the corner of Lin Jiutian's mouth.

He threw a provocative glance at Ye Xuan, his eyes looking at him like a stray dog.

"Your Majesty is too serious. Then we will wait in the inner harem for Your Majesty's divine presence."

After speaking, he deliberately emphasized the words inner harem. Amidst the unbridled laughter of the group, they marched grandly toward the depths of the imperial palace.

On the Heaven Receiving Terrace, only Ye Xuan and Chu Jinghong remained.

A gentle breeze blew past, sweeping up the fallen leaves on the ground, making the scene look incredibly desolate.

Once everyone was gone, the imperial majesty Chu Jinghong had forced herself to display instantly collapsed.

Looking at Ye Xuan's expressionless face, which seemed like a mask, a massive wave of panic suddenly surged from the bottom of her heart.

She quickly stepped forward, wanting to grab Ye Xuan's hand like usual. Her tone softened, carrying a hint of fawning and pleading. "Husband... please don't be angry, okay? What I did just now was just putting on an act for them... I really had no choice in doing this. It's all for our future!"

She started to explain incessantly, talking about how massive the sect forces were, how empty the Great Jin's treasury was, and how she exhausted herself every day sitting on the throne, claiming everything was forced upon her.

However.

"Have you said enough?"

Ye Xuan avoided her hand with extreme disgust. He coldly interrupted her lengthy sophistry, his tone extremely indifferent.

"Let's divorce. Before you forcefully put that cuckold's hat on my head, we must divorce!"

"What did you say?"

Chu Jinghong jumped up violently as if pricked by a needle. Her facial features twisted with anger and disbelief, and she flew into a rage like a powder keg.

"Cuckold's hat? Ye Xuan, how dare you insult me like this!"

Chu Jinghong roared hysterically, her eyes red. "How many times have I told you! These political marriages are in name only! They are just to stabilize the empire! How could I betray you? They won't even touch a single finger of mine! Why won't you believe me?"

Faced with her crazy, almost man-eating appearance, Ye Xuan did not back down but instead took a step forward.

"Chu Jinghong, don't treat me like a fool, alright?" Ye Xuan sneered coldly, his eyes filled with deep mockery and sorrow. "Do you think I, the Regent who helped you conquer this empire, have a problem with my brain?"

Forced back a step by his gaze, Chu Jinghong turned pale. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't say a single word.

"If it really were as you said, just a marriage in name, and they were forever placed in the inner harem like vases, not even showing their faces, I might have been able to hold my nose and endure it."

Ye Xuan took a deep breath, every word piercing the heart. "But look at those people just now! Lin Jiutian, Gui Wuji, Yu Zichen! Who are they?"

Ye Xuan's voice suddenly rose, exploding like thunder on the Heaven Receiving Terrace:

"They are all true, peerless geniuses! Every single one of them has a Heavenly Spirit Root! Every single one of them possesses a rare, special physique!"

"In those top-tier great sects, they are the core disciples groomed to be future sect masters! Use your brain and think carefully. Would such supreme figures, proud and arrogant as they are, willingly run to your Great Jin's inner harem to be a decoration that can't even touch your finger? To be a vase with an empty title?"

Ye Xuan stared fixedly at Chu Jinghong's pale, bloodless face, taking a step closer with every word he spoke.

"What they want are the resources of the Great Jin! What they want is the Primal Yin of you, the First Emperor! What they want is to control this immortal dynasty!"

"A lone man and a lone woman, sharing the same inner palace. Do you really think that with just a few empty words, you can guard your so-called purity?"

Looking at Chu Jinghong's swaying, crumbling figure, Ye Xuan asked one final mocking question:

"What do you think, my good Majesty?"

Chu Jinghong's body swayed violently. Her proud excuses, her self-deceiving lies, were torn to shreds before Ye Xuan's cold, cruel logic.

She was left speechless.

Because in her heart, she knew better than anyone that the sects sending over their core Holy Sons was by no means for a pure purpose.

But she was unwilling to accept it! She could not admit that she was wrong!

"I... I did all of this for our family..."

Chu Jinghong turned her head away, her tears falling uncontrollably. Her voice was as dry as if it had been rolled in sand, "I did it so the Chu family, so our descendants, could forever stand at the pinnacle of this Central State..."

Hearing the word "family," Ye Xuan suddenly laughed.

"Family?"

Ye Xuan slowly shook his head, his expression indifferent.

"I, Ye Xuan, am all alone. I have no family."

He turned around, putting his back to the woman for whom he had given his all, his voice so resolute that it left absolutely no room for negotiation:

"Let's divorce. Before that green hat of a cuckold is truly and firmly placed upon my head."

"No! I forbid it!"

Chu Jinghong went completely mad. She lunged forward like a crazy woman, trying to grab Ye Xuan's clothes. The oppressive aura of the Mahayana realm uncontrollably spilled out in all directions, attempting to forcefully suppress Ye Xuan right there.

"Ye Xuan, you cannot leave! Alive, you are my person; dead, you are my ghost! What green hat? I will never make you wear one!"

Watching her throw a tantrum, use force, and act so unreasonably and disgustingly in front of him, the last trace of affection in Ye Xuan's eyes dissipated with the wind.

"Fine."

Ye Xuan suddenly stopped in his tracks. He didn't resist; he merely turned his head and looked at the frenzied Chu Jinghong.

A chilling sneer curled at the corner of his lips.

"Since you firmly believe that they are only husbands in name and won't do anything to you. Since you feel that this kind of 'title-only' political marriage is completely reasonable and acceptable..."

Ye Xuan's gaze became as sharp as a blade. He spoke word by word, launching a crazy counterattack:

"Then I will send a voice transmission to the Four Great Holy Lands right now! I'll have them pick out eight of their most top-tier, most enchanting female disciples to come over! To enter a political marriage with me!"

"Don't worry, I also guarantee that they will only be my concubines in name. I won't even touch a single strand of their hair!"

"Ye Xuan! How dare you!"

Chu Jinghong let out a shrill, piercing scream, her eyes instantly turning blood-red. A terrifying killing intent shot straight into the clouds, instantly turning the jade stones on the Heaven Reception Terrace into fine powder!

"You're shameless! This is betrayal! How could you go provoke other vixens? Have you no conscience regarding me?! Did you already have your eyes on those sluts and are just deliberately making excuses to dump me?"

She pointed at Ye Xuan's nose and cursed furiously, dumping all the most vicious and unreasonable accusations onto him.

Her extreme, maddening double standards were put on full display in this very moment.

She could self-righteously take in eight men, yet the mere mention of Ye Xuan marrying female disciples was deemed an unforgivable betrayal.

Facing her hysterical accusations, Ye Xuan felt no anger and offered no explanation.

He simply let out a cold, mocking scoff.

His laughter contained three thousand years of youth, countless struggles on the verge of life and death, and the absolute despair of completely giving up on this relationship.

Ye Xuan did not spare her another glance.

He waved his hand casually, tearing open a massive, pitch-black spatial rift right before his eyes.

Amidst Chu Jinghong's roars of despair, anger, and endless panic.

Ye Xuan took a step into the void.

He turned and left.

Never to look back again.