Fan Wubing touched his nose, "Comparing me with these great figures doesn't seem quite right."
Pei Weiyi lowered her eyelids slightly, "As the Left Minister of the Immortal Dynasty, I ought to draw a clear line between us and completely sever our past connections."
"Then why haven't you done so?"
Pei Weiyi looked at him, her eyes usually cold as ice, now melted into spring waters, gently flowing,
"Because I can't bear to. I can't let go of our past. Maybe this is why I can't align myself with the will of the heavens, my heart is distracted, and I can't achieve Supreme Forgetting Emotions." She covered her chest, "For some reason, this actually makes me even...happier. It's as if this is a secret shared between you and me."
Fan Wubing thought to himself that this was not good; Pei Weiyi seemed to have awakened some formidable trait.
He said awkwardly, "Could it be that the betrayal excites you?"
