She seemed to have thought of something. Her pearly teeth bit down on her red lips as she asked, "Can I ask you a question? I hope you'll answer me seriously."
"Go ahead."
"Have you ever liked me? Even just a little?"
Liu Meier stared straight at Wang Qingshan. Before him, she felt a profound sense of defeat. Wherever she went, she had suitors. With her beauty and cultivation, countless young talents wished to become her Dao Companion, yet Wang Qingshan seemed not to regard her as a woman at all. This had only ever happened with Fang Mu.
But Wang Qingshan was not Fang Mu, and he had no peculiar preferences. After making inquiries from many sources, Liu Meier had never heard of Wang Qingshan being particularly close to any female cultivator.
"No. I've seen too many people trapped by love, and too many whose cultivation was delayed because of it. Some died for love, some spent their days despondent, and some went mad with passion. I don't want love to become a shackle."
Wang Qingshan said seriously, his gaze incomparably resolute.
Carefree Swordmaster was one of the Taiyi Immortal Sect's foremost experts, his name having once shaken the Eastern Wasteland and the South Sea. Yet Carefree Swordmaster had been trapped by love, his cultivation stagnating as he languished all day. With such a living example before him, Wang Qingshan did not wish to touch love.
Liu Meier's face was full of disappointment. After hesitating for a moment, she pressed on, "Has any woman ever made your heart stir? Or, perhaps, given you some unusual feeling?"
"An unusual feeling?"
Wang Qingshan was slightly taken aback. Bai Ling'er's face surfaced in his mind. No woman had ever made his heart stir, but if there was someone who had given him