"Before my master passed, he had already told me everything."
Ye Yushi said softly, "Mother never once blamed you, from beginning to end."
"I know."
Ye Xuan smiled, gently caressing the tombstone before him. A trace of tenderness surfaced in his eyes as he said, "She gave you the name Ye Yushi, and from that moment I knew she had never blamed or resented me."
Ye Yushi asked, "But why have you never told me any of this?"
"Your mother didn't blame me because she was kind."
Ye Xuan lowered his head slightly and said, "But in the end, I still wronged her."
Seeing the Return Sword in Ye Yushi's hand, Ye Xuan recalled the past. Grief filled his face as he murmured, "Return, return… I held the Return Sword in my hand, the red candle burned to ash, and still I never made it back to her."
"This time, I won't leave again."
Ye Xuan suddenly rose to his feet, his face flushed, his complexion seeming to recover somewhat, his spirit briefly revitalized.
