Nangong Yunxi shook his head, "Teacher Xia, you're nervous, they won't easily repair the Time-Space Mirror."
He walked to the window, facing the direction of the Man Yue Clan. Although nothing could really be seen from here, he couldn't help but stand at the window gazing into the distance.
"Don't worry, I've waited so long for this day, there's no way I'm going to let them destroy my plans so easily!"
Xia Xuan always knew that Nangong Yunxi was a deeply scheming person, meticulous in thought, even more so than an old man like him nearing his fifties. Sometimes, thinking about having spent so many years with such a person was truly frightening.
He sighed and said, "It's already the second day. What will you do if Mr. Nangong still doesn't agree to let you return home tomorrow?"
Nangong Yunxi didn't speak, standing with his hands behind his back at the window. His silhouette appeared desolate and lonely.
