"Why do you ask?"
The Willow Deity tilted her head slightly, exposing her snowy-white neck as she looked at Shi Yi beside her.
Her gaze was calm, like a still lake without the slightest ripple.
"Teacher, you can't answer a question with another question. I asked you first," Shi Yi complained.
As the saying went,
distance bred beauty. When you spent too much time too close to someone, even if she had once seemed sacred and inviolable, she would gradually become ordinary in the end.
Back then, Shi Yi had been incredibly well-behaved before the Willow Deity, terrified that he might accidentally say something he should not and offend this rather petty woman.
But now?
Other than not daring to commit the outrage of taking his master as his wife, talking back to her now and then had become routine.
"I just feel... there's no need for all this fighting and killing. I don't need to become famous throughout the world or be praised by everyone. Nor do I need everyone to know my name."
Shi Yi spoke his thoughts aloud, speaking from the heart.
He did not like being a conspicuous figure under the spotlight, did not like being the center of attention, and liked even less the idea of plunging himself into an endless abyss of battle just for the sake of fighting and killing.
He preferred to stay hidden behind the scenes and pull the strings from the shadows. He had not the slightest interest in becoming a hero or a savior, in doing things that required sacrificing himself.
He was selfish, despicable, and shameless.
He had never been a righteous person.
Even his kindness was selective.
His kindness was reserved for family, lovers, friends, and people he found agreeable and admired. It was not something every