"Now that I've acquired the Compass, it's time for me to leave," Liang mused, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the core region.
There wasn't much left that the Dong Clan could offer him. In truth, staying any longer would likely invite more trouble than it was worth.
As for his engagement to Dong Rui? Liang barely gave it a second thought.
"Through the Thousand Derivations Rune, I can already sense the hidden undercurrents around me," Liang murmured, his eyes flickering thoughtfully. "If I'm not mistaken, my cultivation has been exposed."
Although these shifts in circumstances might not necessarily be detrimental, Liang couldn't suppress a wry chuckle. "There's no reason for me to entangle myself with the Dong Clan any further."
The Thousand Derivations Rune allowed him to feel his Qi Luck connecting to the complex web of the Dong Clan. It was a sensation akin to invisible threads pulling at his essence, tying it to their fate—a connection he didn't desire.
