Guan Xin looked at Fan Wubing, expressionless, and asked, "Is there something you need?"
Fan Wubing showed the literary aura on his finger, "What does this mean?"
Guan Xin said, "You are more suited to have it than I am."
"Why do you think that?"
Guan Xin replied, "The Snow Mountain faced disaster, people suffered. I was supposed to save them, but I couldn't. Yet, you did, so you are more suited to have it than I am."
Fan Wubing said, "I thought that facing such disasters, being reckless is foolish. I'll tell you, if I find that I can't alter the reversal of the Snow Mountain even with all my might, I'd give up without hesitation. One should exert only as much effort as one has. Since you gave all your strength, you certainly deserve to have it."
Having said this, he pointed his finger, sending this strand of literary aura into Guan Xin's Purple Mansion between her brows.
