He had come all the way from Blue Star to the Mystic Sanctuary. What kind of looks had he not seen before?
As long as Xiao Han did not come looking for a beating, Qin Yan could not be bothered to pay him any attention.
He sat there by himself, taking small sips of the remaining spirit liquid in his cup while silently listening to the rather engrossed conversation between Su Qingwan and Yue Qing.
Yue Qing asked, "How did you cultivate your Scripture Sect Secret Technique?"
Su Qingwan answered, "Practice writing every day, read every night."
Yue Qing asked, "There's no shortcut?"
Su Qingwan answered, "No."
Yue Qing fell silent for a moment. "Then you've had it hard."
Su Qingwan smiled faintly. "I'm used to it."
The two women chatted on and off, their voices soft as whispers in the night breeze.
Yue Qing asked earnestly, and Su Qingwan answered sincerely.
Though they had been opponents during the day, they now seemed like friends of many years.
Sitting beside them, Qin Yan was also quietly assessing the two women's character.
Su Qingwan looks elegant and refined, but she's actually not that hard to get along with.
That was what he thought.
Previously, his impression of Su Qingwan had consisted only of "aloof," "mysterious," and "hard to approach."
She was always holding a book and wearing a veil, as though she were cut off from the world.
But after hearing her speak today, Qin Yan realized that she was not actually as cold as she appeared.
Her voice was calm and her tone sincere. She had neither the superiority of someone looking down on others nor the indifference of someone who kept everyone at arm's length.
She was simply being herself—not showy, not deliberate, not demanding.
*Yue Qing isn't bad