"This request really isn't excessive." As Wen Lanfeng said this, was the expression on his face laughter or tears? Yet inwardly, he asked himself: But who knew how high the hurdle in her heart was? Who could make her heart flutter? There was no measure for such a request. Asking was pointless.
"May I ask, is there anyone who makes your heart flutter now?" Wen Lanfeng looked somewhat desolate, because he knew he was not the one who stirred her heart. She had already told him so indirectly.
Lu Yanqing pondered for a while, then shook her head. "If there is, you'll know."
"Then that means I don't have no chance at all." Wen Lanfeng threw back his head and laughed heartily at the sky, with more than a trace of self-mockery.
"Why must you do this?" Lu Yanqing sighed. "Your cultivation is already but an arm's reach from ascending to the Immortal World. Why not devote yourself to cultivation, ascend sooner, and attain an undying body?"
"An undying body? Even a Nether Envoy died at Bi Changchun's hands. The Immortal World probably isn't much better. Besides..." Wen Lanfeng turned to Lu Yanqing and said, word by word, "Being able to protect you forever is my greatest wish. What if, after ascending to the Immortal World, I can never see you again? Rather than be separated by two worlds and pine away with worry, I'd rather remain in the mortal realm. At least, when I want to see you, I still can. If you encounter any trouble, even if I cannot be of much help, I can still offer my meager strength."
"You..." This was the first time Lu Yanqing had heard such a blatant, undisguised confession from Wen Lanfeng's lips. Even if her heart had been made of iron