"Don't be nervous, Miss Ji.
As a Saintess, I haven't stooped so low as to covet the opportunities of a junior like you.
Even if your opportunity is so extraordinary that you can cast a technique like A Thousand Years of Great Dream—one that even I cannot see through."
Lin Qianyan's voice was like a gently flowing spring, carrying a strange, reassuring magic. Upon hearing it, the tension in Ji Xichan's heart unwittingly eased.
"Then, Saintess Lin, why exactly have you summoned me here?"
"I already know everything that happened between you and Brother Pei. It started when you were young and he rescued you from the Demon Dao. You developed your first crush, admiring him deeply. Then he refused to take you as his disciple, and that admiration turned to resentment.
