Xu Chang'an is usually overly calm, but only as long as things don't involve Yun Qian.
Just imagine, Yun Qian getting a headache or fever is enough to unsettle him, let alone something that could determine Yun Qian's future cultivation talents—such a major matter?
If he could really remain calm and watch from the sidelines, that would be unbelievable.
"I don't quite understand." Yun Qian tilted her head, noticing Xu Chang'an's hesitation: "Do you want my talent to be better?"
"It's hard to say such things now." Xu Chang'an responded earnestly.
He wouldn't plant flags at this time, asserting that Miss Yun's talents would certainly improve.
It was evident how nervous he was, even resorting to things he dismissed as nonsense in his previous life.
Xu Chang'an sighed, looking at the young lady in front of him, who desired cultivation but was still so naive.
"Indeed, I still hope you can be favored by the Heavenly Dao and avoid being like me."
"...Hmm." Yun Qian nodded.
