Daxton said: "I also think it would be better if you don't follow me. Really."
Liu Qingge walked forward as if he had not heard it before.
He strode with his head held high, looking ahead arrogantly, Chengluan's sword tassel swinging behind him, as if he was walking not on a mountain path with jagged flowers and branches and hanging kudzu vines, but on a martial arts field under the scorching sun on Baizhan Peak.
Daxton said sincerely: "Junior brother, don't force yourself."
Liu Qingge interrupted him: "Are you going back?"
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