"If I really went to the Taiqing Sect, just the fact that 'Xuanyuan Crane is on good terms with Zhou Qing' would be enough to make Taiqing Sect the target of everyone's arrows—my imperial father included."
As White Crane spoke, he carefully took out a treasured handkerchief from his chest, on which there were still faint traces of blood.
This was the one Luo Lingling had given him to wipe his wounds at Taichu Dojo back then; afterward, he had quietly hidden it away.
"I do like Ling Ling," White Crane's voice suddenly softened, "but precisely because of that, I know all the more clearly what kind of danger I would bring to her."
"I actually already figured this out back at Taichu Dojo." He shook his head with a bitter smile.
"At that time, it was because of the gift I gave her for advancing to Divinity Transformation that she got trapped in that Secret Realm for so many years."
Zhou Qing looked at him in silence, his feelings incomparably complicated for a moment.
