Truly a Burden

Truly a Burden

Qingyue's beautiful, graceful figure swept across heaven and earth, so utterly resolute.

The others' expressions darkened even further.

Qingyue's actions this time undoubtedly showed that between their group and An Bulang, she had chosen An Bulang.

"Has Qingyue gone mad? She'd rather shamelessly follow An Lang than team up with us?" Qingxue's beautiful eyes widened, her face filled with incomprehension.

Several prodigies also looked displeased. Being looked down on so thoroughly made them somewhat uncomfortable.

Dugu Yao frowned slightly, but said nothing.

He was an immensely proud person. He had joined the others only because he believed searching for opportunities together would be safer and more reliable, not because he feared challenges.

As for Qingyue's decisive abandonment of their group, it could only prove that she was being foolish. It proved nothing else.

An Bulang was just about to head toward Vajra Mountain nearby when a woman in a black dress drifted over from behind him.

Qingyue was exceptionally beautiful, graceful and otherworldly like an immortal maiden from the moon palace, a faint smile lingering on her lips.

"An Lang, let me stay by your side. I'll do my best not to become a burden to you," she said in a crisp yet tender voice.

An Bulang frowned. "Some things cannot be accomplished merely through effort. You are a burden, and effort cannot change that."

Qingyue: "???"

She was a dignified Candidate Saintess, admired by countless prodigious cultivators. She had lowered herself so much that anyone else would already have been swayed and hurriedly agreed. What was with the White-robed Youth's attitude being so hard?

Qingyue's chest rose and fell violently. In the end, she still pressed her rosy lips together and pleaded softly, "An Lang, for the sake of our sect fellowship, let me follow you.