"Young Master, always wearing such a sour face won't make girls like you."
Hearing this, Du Chun's already sour face scrunched up even further, with a faint tendency to redden. "Little Gui, this is none of your business!"
Du Gui shrank his shoulders. "Fine, fine, call it Little Gui meddling. But if you want to win back that young lady looking like this, it won't be easy."
"None of your business!" Du Chun said. "This year, I'll get into the Liuyun Sect on my own merits!"
Du Chun had been another of Wang Qi's test subjects. Back then, Zhen Chanzi had used a jade pendant refined into a calculating artifact to pose as an "old grandpa in a pendant," remotely guiding him and allowing him to attain respectable cultivation. In the end, under Zhen Chanzi's guidance, he had also escaped the great calamity when the Heavenly Sword destroyed Divine Capital.
Yet Du Chun's life had not been easy afterward. Zhen Chanzi later "honestly confessed" that he was not an "old grandpa in a pendant," but the avatar of some great figure who had taught him a few things on a whim. This dealt Du Chun a tremendous blow, and he abandoned himself to despair for an entire year.
In the end, he had drifted through his days in a low-rent apartment in Divine Capital before Du Gui found him and forcibly made him pull himself together.
By sheer coincidence, the young lady who had once broken off their engagement sent him a letter. That young lady had sincerely loved the modern Dharma immortal path back then, severing ties with her family to join the Liuyun Sect. During those days, Du Chun had hated her to the bone. But who would have thought that after the great calamity of the Heavenly