Negotiations
Chu Qingjue regarded him with a somewhat complicated expression, surprised yet hesitant. Her clear eyes stayed fixed on him, leaving Bi Fan at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Still, he said nothing, maintaining his silence for a long while.
"Don't hesitate. For a talented Formation Master, the longer you put off cultivation, the more that familiar feeling will fade. Even if you get the chance to find it again later, you may already have missed the best opportunity to improve, making it difficult to break through." Bi Fan looked at her calmly and advised her in a gentle voice.
Chu Qingjue lowered her eyes and silently sighed to herself. As a Formation Master of Wuji Palace, she had no room or means to cultivate within the sect. She could only rely on an External Clan Elder of the Demon Race, whom she had known for barely two days, to begin her cultivation journey anew. It was truly embarrassing, and bitter besides.
At last, she slowly lifted her head. Her limpid eyes, like autumn waters cut into almond shapes, settled on the man before her. Her voice was unusually gentle. "Bi Fan, I know you mean well. But you're an Elder of the Golden Crow Clan, a force of the Demon Race, while I come from Wuji Palace and belong to the Human Race. It wouldn't matter if you and I had some connection over other matters. But when it comes to cultivation methods, we represent more than just ourselves. The implications are far more complicated than we can imagine."
Bi Fan smiled faintly. He knew that amid her lengthy explanation, she was trying to make one point clear to him—and he had already considered it.
"I know. You don't want to cause me trouble. The Human Race