Ji Sun Yin's lips moved.
The young man, who had always been unwavering in his goals, was rarely caught between two choices.
Wei Cheng was keenly attuned to people's emotions. He could clearly feel his lord's inner turmoil, hesitation, and pain. Though he was a skeleton with no flesh or blood, he was far softer-hearted than Wei Lou and couldn't bear to see his lord like this. He tugged at Wei Lou's sleeve, facing his uncle's cold, murderous glare as he forced the words out through his skull. "Uncle, why not give our lord some time to think in peace? Pressing him at every turn will only make it easier for him to act on impulse and make a decision he'll regret for the rest of his life. One wrong step, and every step after will be wrong."
Wei Cheng deliberately stressed the last sentence.
Sure enough, Wei Lou's expression softened.
He released his tight grip on Ji Sun Yin's sleeve.
Turning his face away, he rose and left with a stony expression.
Seeing this, the others—rarely choosing not to add fuel to the fire or trip up their colleague—either sighed or reflected to themselves, then one after another found excuses to leave, giving their lord some space. Wei Cheng hurried after Yun Da, who had heard him coming and stopped in silent understanding. "What is it?"
"I do have something to ask you."
Yun Da pressed his lips together and gestured for Wei Cheng to continue.
Wei Cheng asked, "How strong is that Lady Shen?"
Yun Da lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment before answering seriously, "Her strength is unfathomable. I suspect she hasn't even shown her full power; she's been holding back all along. How high could her cultivation be? Seventeenth Rank Chariot Officer, Nineteenth Rank