"I don't plan to cultivate the 36 Celestial Spirits Transformations anymore," Yimiao said with a smile as she toyed with the white strands hidden in her hair, addressing Chen Zhixing.
Silence.
Distraction.
For a moment, Yimiao saw a flash of killing intent in Chen Zhixing's eyes, which quickly extinguished without a trace.
"...Why..." At this moment, Chen Zhixing's voice turned awkward, perhaps due to having not interacted with others for too long.
"There's no special reason. Maybe I just don't want to, or I can't let go."
Yimiao's hand, playing with her hair, turned a few circles, then she leaned slightly forward, staring seriously at Chen Zhixing's eyes: "Or perhaps it's because I don't want to become like you are now. There's too much I can't let go of; I can't as easily sever and abandon as you do, nor do I wish to just leave behind my Daluo Taoist Lands for the so-called Penglai Immortal Realm or the ambiguous notion of immortality."
