While many martial arts practitioners were trapped in the Hidden Military Mansion and unable to leave, Feng Guang had just been carried to the ground by Qi Chang'an.

As soon as she landed, a splash of red appeared before her eyes, and at the same time, Qi Chang'an's voice rang in her ears, "This is for you, do you like it?"

That splash of red was a crape myrtle flower, one that Qi Chang'an had casually plucked when he used his light-footed skill to leave.

"Thank you..." Feng Guang accepted the crape myrtle branch with both hands, feeling a sweet sensation in her heart. She hadn't expected that this guy wouldn't forget to pick a flower for her even when he was running away. Of course, she restrained herself from showing too much joy. She looked up and asked, "Now everyone thinks you're a traitor. What do you plan to do?"

"Now everyone thinks I'm a traitor, so why is Feng Guang willing to help me?" Qi Chang'an wasn't in a hurry to figure out how to get out of this mess; instead, he asked this question.

Feng Guang said without hesitation, "Those so-called righteous sects are all hypocrites who harbor evil intentions and want to seize your position as the leader of the alliance. Of course I will help you. Besides... that day in the bamboo forest, when I was so sad, wasn't it you who was with me?"

Therefore, she is a grateful person.

Qi Chang'an was not satisfied with this answer. He smiled, letting out a very soft laugh, but one could sense his disappointment. "Is Feng Guang only trying to help me for this reason?"

"No... what else?" Feng Guang felt uneasy, and her eyes suddenly showed panic.

Qi Chang'an remained silent for a while, his dark eyes devoid of any light. "Feng Guang chose to help me so easily. What if I really am the murderer who hurt your senior brother, and a traitor to the righteous path?"

"Then you are... Anyway, I've already helped you escape, I can't just drag you back, can I..." Feng Guang looked at the flowers and plants on the ground, but wouldn't look at him, which was a sign that she felt guilty.

Qi Chang'an then asked, "Wan Ting is your third senior brother. If I really hurt him, would you still be willing to help me leave the Hidden Military Bureau?"

"I..." Feng Guang bit her lip, caught in a dilemma, "I don't know either... but I absolutely won't just watch you get killed by someone else..."

"Why is that?" Qi Chang'an pressed. "I injured your senior brother. You should be seeking revenge on me. Why can't you just watch me die?"

"I..." Feng Guang pursed her lips, turned her back, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know. I just can't bear to watch you die. Third Senior Brother is only injured and unconscious, but his life is not in danger..."

"What if I kill your third senior brother?"

"Why are you making so many 'what ifs'!" Feng Guang turned around angrily to look at him again. "I saved you, and that's it. Whether you killed my senior brother or not, I have no regrets about saving you now!"

Qi Chang'an looked down at her, his eyes seemingly holding the power to destroy stars, deep and captivating. "Does this mean that in Feng Guang's heart, I hold a more important position than your senior brother?"

Feng Guang was stunned. She opened her mouth, but didn't know how to refute it.

Indeed, everyone has priorities, and it is difficult for even a sage to treat everyone equally.

Wan Ting grew up alongside Feng Guang, and Feng Guang still remembered that. She couldn't help but feel like a bad woman again. Qi Chang'an was right; now she only felt that Qi Chang'an held a more important position. This was a fact, and also a reminder that she was a bad woman.