Guan Xin really doesn't plan to become a Saint anymore.
Fan Wubing felt a bit uneasy... This shouldn't have anything to do with me, right? Her teachers won't think I led her astray, will they...
"Where's Yan Hui?"
Luo Qingyao said, "For some unknown reason, he's particularly obsessed with deducing your fate, constantly breaking his fingers. After they heal, he continues deducing. Repeatedly, he's nearly gone mad. Shortly after Guan Xin left, he suddenly began closed-door training, and he hasn't come out yet."
"So dedicated?"
Luo Qingyao pursed her lips, "I don't know what he's trying to achieve. Can't dissuade him. Each result he calculates is more ominous than the last."
...
In the night, whispers and murmurs, entanglement and turning, green plums pressed against a beauty stage, a fierce tiger sniffing at roses.
After a session, watching the Sword Immortal junior sister fall asleep with happiness, Fan Wubing got up and left the room.
