Shattering the Night

The previous chapter went in; it will come out. Don't panic.

Having said this much, Qin Yi instead calmed down.

Wu Xian was right. It seemed that now, he himself did not know what he wanted.

Since he was unwilling to see her paired with some other handsome youth, why was he still agonizing over this and that? What did he intend in the end—to let her grow old alone?

Was that even something a human would say?

From the standpoint of practical politics, Wu Xian truly could not remain alone forever. Over the years, the court officials had practically boiled over this matter. And in this case, they truly were not acting for private gain; they genuinely had the country's interests at heart.

He could not blame them for not trusting in an immortal's lifespan... This illness had already proven that even if one succeeded in cultivation, there was still the possibility of being harmed. And the more one cultivated immortality, the more likely one was to encounter all manner of bizarre circumstances. No one had any confidence at all; they felt as insecure as duckweed without roots.

Wu Xian was already twenty by nominal age. Was she really going to keep dragging this out? If someone said they should simply beat the dissenters with boards, would that make any sense?

Time flew by. To cultivators, ten or twenty years passed in the blink of an eye. If he again tucked his head in the sand like an ostrich and left directly this time, who knew how many years it would be before they met again? By then, Wu Xian would be thirty, forty. Could this still be delayed?

Either she truly had to find a Royal Husband, or...

Qin Yi clenched his palm tightly, feeling it soaked in