Xiao Mo spoke in a calm tone, his gaze steady and gentle.
"Actually, going to the battlefield was my own idea."
"Jing Ci, you are about to become the Tushan Saintess and the future matriarch of the Tushan clan. If I were to remain by your side, what would people say? And how many would stand up to oppose us?"
"Besides, at my current Realm, I have indeed hit a bottleneck. On the battlefield, life-and-death struggles and Magical Combat might be just the opportunity I need to break through. Otherwise, if something were to happen to Tushan in the future, how would I have the power to protect you?"
"But, Xiao Mo..."
Tushan Jing Ci's eyes reddened slightly, her voice filled with urgency and heartache.
"I can protect myself, and I'll protect you, too! I don't care what other people say. That's their business. Loving you is my business!"
Tushan Jing Ci looked at Xiao Mo earnestly, every word seemingly squeezed from the depths of her heart.
