"After this battle, where do you plan to go?"
"Where to go? Go back to Qingyan, my master and the old man will have to worry about me."
"... And then what?"
"Stay in Qingyan and wait for old age."
"Come with me."
"Huh?"
"Follow me, follow me back to Luoyang, and promise me the rest of your life."
Xie Ling didn't like Zhou Quan's reckless way of shouting and killing, and Zhou Quan couldn't stand his formal style. How did they come together as two completely different people? Xie Ling couldn't even answer it herself. Such forced companionship will end sooner or later. It is estimated that the two of them will go their separate ways after this battle. Xie Ling understands this very well, but she is always immersed in the tenderness given by Zhou Quan and cannot extricate herself.
"Okay, I'll go back to Luoyang with you."