"Xiao Die pays her respects to her benefactor."
The scholar looked at Xiao Die, bewilderment filling his eyes.
Clearly, it was one of the scholar's previous incarnations who had saved this Butterfly Demon. That incarnation had a connection to his present self, but not a particularly close one. Strictly speaking, they were not even the same person.
Of course, if this were explained solely in terms of karmic entanglement, there was no problem at all. That connection was enough for the Butterfly Demon to accomplish what she wished to do.
"Who might you be, miss?
Though I do not know why you have suddenly entered my courtyard, your solemn expression suggests that you must have some troubles weighing on your heart.
If you are willing, please tell me about them one by one. I would be glad to listen carefully."
The scholar's rare awe-inspiring righteous qi, along with the words he spoke at that moment, would have left a favorable impression on anyone who heard him.
Even Qing She could not help comparing him to Qin Jiuge, her nominal brother-in-law. She wrinkled her nose, looked at the scholar, then pointed toward Qin Jiuge. Her unspoken meaning could not have been clearer: Look at him. That is what a true gentleman looks like, unlike a certain someone who has a woman in each arm, one pounding his legs, another massaging his waist, and two more washing his face and feet. That is no mortal's life—it is the life of an immortal.
Xiao Qing continued to protest the injustice on her sister's behalf.
For White Snake's sake, Qin Jiuge did not continue playing these childish games of house with Qing She.
If he played along too often, it would make him, the elder, seem utterly lacking in magnanimity. Little Liu's earlier behavior