An'an did not know the history between Qin Yi and Minghe. How could she have imagined that this question of hers should not have been directed at her teacher, but at Minghe?
Minghe herself truly did not know whether she was acting, or using the opportunity to get intimate with Qin Yi. She did not even know whether her embarrassed anger was genuine or part of the act.
Heaven have mercy, how many times had the two of them wanted to kiss and failed?
The first time had been in the ancient tomb, when Qin Yi had pinned her against the wall. Both of them had been somewhat lost in passion then, but Minghe had talked tough, while Qin Yi had still been rather innocent. In the end, he had let her go. Liusu had even said at the time, "If you'd kissed her just then, you might've succeeded."
Hesitation meant defeat. Having missed that chance, it was as though they had fallen under a curse—no matter how good the opportunity, nothing ever came of it.
The second time had been during the battle at Great Joy Temple, when Minghe had acted as referee. After Meng Qingying was driven away, passion had flared once more, only for Stern Orange Peel Old Daoist Nun to ruin it.
The third time had been in the Nether River, with the Phoenix Fire glowing warmly like red wedding candles. It should have been the perfect moment, but Stern Orange Peel Old Daoist Nun had struck again.
So Qin Yi's resentment toward the Old Daoist Nun had not come from nowhere. He felt that one day, when he broke through Formless and even Grand Clarity, he would first give that Old Daoist Nun a vicious beating. If he ever had to knock on Divine Capital,