Yuelai Inn.
Ye Xuan's gaze grew somewhat profound.
He watched Bi Yao walk up to a flower in full bloom, extend her slender fingers, and gently snap it off.
"Ah!"
Zhang Xiaofan, standing nearby, could not help speaking up to stop her.
"This flower was blooming so beautifully. Why did you pick it?"
Bi Yao turned around and glanced at Zhang Xiaofan.
A trace of surprise flashed through her eyes before turning into slyness.
"What if I picked it?"
"Flowers bloom to be picked."
"If I don't pick it, it'll wither in a few days anyway."
"Rather than falling into the mud, it's better to let it retain a little more color in my hands."
The girl's voice was crisp, carrying a hint of unreasonable, girlish innocence.
Zhang Xiaofan was rendered speechless. His face flushed as he forced out a sentence:
"That's twisted logic..."
Ye Xuan quietly listened to this familiar yet unfamiliar exchange.
The words from the original novel had now become a living scene before his eyes.
That sense of fated entanglement came rushing toward him.
He raised his wine jug, wanting to take another drink, only to discover that the wine inside had somehow already run dry.
"Twisted logic..."
Ye Xuan silently repeated those two words in his heart.
In fact, wasn't there a certain clarity in Bi Yao's words?
When flowers bloomed, they should be plucked at once.
The cultivation world was one where the strong preyed on the weak; no one knew what tomorrow would bring.
Rather than being weighed down by concerns, it was better to live freely and recklessly.
What a pity.
From the very beginning, the positions of these two people had been destined to oppose each other.
The righteous and demonic paths were irreconcilable.
Those four words were like a great