Yu Miao suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with worry.
"Is it dangerous?"
Yu Fei smiled. "It's not particularly dangerous, but it might take a long time."
A sense of foreboding washed over Yu Miao. "How long? A year? Two years?"
Then she heard her brother's casual voice. "Maybe. Perhaps ten years? Twenty years? Who knows!"
"Can't you… not go?"
"I have to."
Yu Miao couldn't hold back her tears, which instantly fell to the ground.
She knew her brother. He was an incredibly confident person. For him to sound so uncertain, this journey had to be fraught with danger.
'But… not only has my brother been strong-willed since childhood, he's now a Martial Artist of an extremely high realm. Who could possibly overturn a decision he's made?'
"Sis, I'm only telling you. You have to help me keep it from Mom and Dad. If things go smoothly, I might be back very soon…"
The night deepened. Yu Fei's voice still lingered in the living room, but her arms were empty.
