A Mess

Song Qingshu was so stunned that he stood there dumbfounded. Before he could say anything, Wanyan Ge Bi turned and left expressionlessly, clearly unwilling to hear a single word from him.

Song Qingshu opened his mouth, reaching out several times as if to stop her, but ultimately gave up. He sighed inwardly. This is fine too. It saves me from having to think of ways to distance myself from her later. Now, even if I wanted to get close to her, that would probably be impossible.

After returning to his room, Song Qingshu sat cross-legged on the bed and began meditating to circulate his energy. Rolling down that slope last night had been no less punishing than taking the palm strikes of dozens of martial arts experts in succession. Even with his profound cultivation, he had nearly been unable to endure it.

Now that he had obtained the antidote to Rouge Intoxication, he decided to rescue Song Yuanqiao and the others that night. A chaotic battle would be unavoidable then, so he had to ensure he was in peak condition.

He had suffered one injury after another lately. Fortunately, Wanyan Ping's Pure Yin Qi had nourished him last night, allowing his recovery to proceed twice as fast with half the effort. He meditated until night fell before Song Qingshu finally opened his eyes.

After he had deliberately, if sometimes unconsciously, kept his distance from her for some time, coupled with her learning about him and her younger sister, Wanyan Ge Bi no longer set foot in his room. Song Qingshu was happy to enjoy the peace and freedom; whatever he did, he no longer had to worry about how to fob her off.

Seeing that night had fallen, Song Qingshu changed into night clothes and used his lightness skill to