Sikou Tingfeng pressed step by step, saying,
"The Land Immortal then? Haven't you been a lifelong devotee of martial arts? That realm, only mentioned in rumors, where people of the Kunlun Mountains spend their entire lives trying to reach, only to retreat in disarray after half a step. Haven't you ever been the slightest bit tempted?"
Xue Qinshuang's eyelashes trembled briefly; ripples emanated from the center of the amber-colored tea in her cup, hitting the edges and then dissipating. Xue Qinshuang lifted her head, her brown eyes clear, and with a smile said softly,
"It doesn't matter."
"Even if it means harming your own martial brothers and sisters, being hunted by your peers—is that also of no concern?"
Xue Qinshuang looked at Sikou Tingfeng. She noticed that a hint of anger had begun to show on his face but her mind drifted to Pharmacist Valley four years ago; she calmly said,
"Xue Qinshuang has never owed anyone in her life."
