Liu Xin had been forcing down the bleak grief in her heart, but now that Young Master had called it out, her original persistence melted away like ice. Though she made no sound of weeping, her tears fell like pearls from a snapped string, pattering down one after another.
"Silly girl, what are you crying for? With Young Master here, I naturally won't stand by and ignore you," Lin Xuan's gentle voice entered her ears.
"But... but I'm only at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage right now." Liu Xin knew that all of this was her own fault, and she could blame no one. If only her cultivation were just a little higher.
"Fortunately, you are a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage." Lin Xuan's tone, however, was different, even carrying a faint trace of ease. "If you were even a little lower, then even I would be powerless to reverse the situation."
"Young Master, are you saying that with little sister Xin'er's situation, you still have a way?" Lu Ying'er could not help being both shocked and delighted, while the other two girls were also full of concern. After several hundred years of sharing hardships and depending on one another, they naturally did not wish for Liu Xin to sit in lonely meditation and pass away all by herself.
Yet delight was delight, but what filled their hearts even more was still astonishment. After all, this matter was far too inconceivable. In less than a hundred short years, to make a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage advance to Lihe was simply a tale from the heavens and the night.
If another person had said such words, they would certainly have thought him a madman without a doubt. But Young Master was different. Over several hundred years,