Ye Qinghan just smiled when he heard this, and stopped talking about that topic, instead changing the subject.

Ye Qinghan followed behind the two, and by a twist of fate, his feelings also began to change.

Ye Qinghan had already begun his cultivation, or perhaps, in the blink of an eye, the cultivation was over.

After all, Su Cheng only hoped that Ye Qinghan could be more composed and have some respect, instead of constantly shouting for war, which was too reckless.

In Su Cheng's eyes, Ye Qinghan was far more important than he appeared.

Su Cheng didn't want this guy to lose his life over something so trivial; he needed to learn to be flexible.

Often, cowardice requires more courage—a profound lesson learned in Suzhou over thousands of years, but Ye Qinghan clearly doesn't understand this principle.

Charging forward and tearing into the enemy is not difficult; what is difficult is living on the shoulders of the dead, being flexible and unconventional, and not being bound by trivialities.

Su Cheng needs Ye Qinghan to live, regardless of his motives; he must live.

Like a mascot, Su Cheng didn't need her to do anything; he just needed to know that she was still there when he thought of her...

If one day Su Cheng is gone, she must still live on.

For the next period of time, the three of them watched from the sidelines. As per Xiao Ai's request, Ye Qinghan and Li Shiyao had to stay behind Xiao Ai.

The two had no objection to this, saying that they were just watching, but in reality, they couldn't see anything.

Ye Qinghan could only see flashes of white light in the distance from time to time, with different pressures and shockwaves crashing against the barrier in front of Xiao Ai.

"Lord Gu Ai?"

Xiao Ai simply smiled and glanced at Ye Qinghan diagonally behind her: "Young Miss, don't even think about it~"