"Yeah! If Brother Xu likes Sister Zi Xuan too, that would be wonderful! Brother, you're so smart!"
Hearing Jing Tian's words, Long Kui's eyes lit up, and she cried out happily.
Jing Tian rubbed his nose and could not help grinning smugly. "If I weren't smart, could I be your brother?"
Seeing Jing Tian looking so pleased with himself, Xue Jian rolled her eyes at him irritably. Resting her chin in her hands, she said helplessly, "But we don't know whether Hero Xu actually likes Sister Zi Xuan."
"How about we go ask Hero Xu directly?"
Hearing this, Mao Mao scratched his head and made the suggestion rather foolishly.
"Idiot! White Tofu is a man of the cloth. Even if he likes Miss Zi Xuan, he won't admit it!"
Hearing Mao Mao's words, Jing Tian was speechless and gave his wooden head a knock.
Seeing this, Xiao Xie stroked his chin, narrowed his eyes, and said with a wicked grin, "Actually, I do have a good idea, but we'll have to wait until Zi Xuan wakes up before putting it into action."
Under Xu Changqing's treatment, Zi Xuan's injuries gradually stabilized. She only needed a few more days of rest before she would be fine.
However, in this life, Xu Changqing had cultivated on Shu Mountain since childhood. To him, pursuing immortality was everything. Moreover, it was not merely his own affair; it was the affair of all Shu Mountain.
As Shu Mountain's chief disciple and the heir to its next sect leader, Xu Changqing could not disregard the Five Great Elders' expectations of him for his own selfish desires.
If Xu Changqing had merely been an independent cultivator, then returning to secular life would have been no issue. But one could not always act as one wished in