"Work and rest should be balanced. My cultivation hasn't stopped improving; all I need now is an opportunity. If I can't find that opportunity, then even if I bury my head in cultivation for another few years, I might not be able to break through this bottleneck."
Gusu Hanxing lowered her head aggrievedly.
Although she was explaining herself, she kept her voice low, as though she might burst into tears from grievance at any moment. Seventh Elder Ding Dahai's throat kept making cracking sounds.
It was as if he wanted to say something, yet could not force a single word out.
A trace of awkwardness also appeared on Qin Shaofeng's face.
Gusu Hanxing had specifically learned to cook for him. He had not even had time to feel touched before his excessive sense of danger made him unable to resist saying those words.
Yet he had never expected there to be such a reason behind it.
He gently stroked Gusu Hanxing's silky hair and said, "I overlooked that. What is your bottleneck roughly like? Tell me, and I'll help you think it over."
As Qin Shaofeng spoke, his left hand continued stroking Gusu Hanxing's beautiful hair. Seated on her right, he picked up the chopsticks Gusu Hanxing had specially prepared for him.
Seeing this, Seventh Elder Ding Dahai felt as though his heart could no longer bear it.
If not for Old Ancestor Gusu's orders, he probably would have been unable to resist fleeing long ago.
Leaving aside Qin Shaofeng's earlier lecture, after learning that he had misunderstood Gusu Hanxing, he still had not said a single word of apology.
His words now seemed to carry the meaning of an apology.
But why did they sound so strange?
What did he mean, help her think it over?
Who did he