Bo Dongchen curled his lip, his lashes shifting slightly. "What kind of way is that to talk? Junior Sister's tongue isn't exactly weak either."
Han Yiyu gave a soft laugh and replied, "Senior Brother, you've got eight hundred schemes in that head of yours. Can you really not tell I'm praising you?"
Bo Dongchen nodded indifferently and said, "Then what does Junior Sister think now? If we take such a brilliant and exceptional Miss Xiao Yi as little Ruo Xi's anchor, how will it turn out?"
"I'm afraid our little Ruo Xi may never surpass her in her entire life, right?"
Han Yiyu, however, seemed quite calm. "So what if Ruo Xi can't surpass Xiao Yi?"
"Our goal is for her cultivation method to reach completion and, before she reaches Soul Sage, guide her back to the essence of humanity—not simply make her pursue defeating someone."
"Senior Brother, if you're truly worried, why not find Ruo Xi a partner? Perhaps it would help divert her attention."
Bo Dongchen rolled his eyes. "If she could accept a partner, forget men—even women, I could drag one over for you."
The image immediately surfaced in Han Yiyu's mind of Ruo Xi's face, cold as Frost, nestling together with a woman. She could not help shivering as a chill surged up her back straight to the top of her head, making her scalp go numb.
She hurriedly changed the subject. "Senior Brother, you should guide little Ruo Xi in swordsmanship."
"Just look at that Ice Snow Frost Sword of hers. It's simply too painful to watch."
"As the inheritor of Ice Palace, the direct grand-disciple of you, the palace master, if her swordsmanship is this rusty, wouldn't we be laughed at if word got out?"
Bo Dongchen wiped the sweat from his forehead and