Rather than say she could not resist those bewitching eyes, could not resist the demoness's plea, Jiang An'an preferred to believe that the reason she had brought the Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion demoness along was simply that she could not beat her...
They still climbed the snowy mountain together.
Occasional streaks of emerald adorned the endless white. Two women and a dog crossed the landscape as though walking over rice paper, moving figures within a painting.
"Mr. Little Cloud says he did not hear any secrets. I am actually willing to believe that."
Meiyue spoke as she walked. "But this matter is far too important. I truly cannot let down my guard... To put Bishop Liu at ease, to put Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion at ease, I must keep an eye on you for a while, to prevent you from leaking secrets outside."
She looked at Jiang An'an. "Can Mr. Little Cloud understand?"
"I cannot understand." Jiang An'an's voice was muffled. "But I can't beat you, so I can only accept it."
"Thank you for your understanding." Meiyue smiled sweetly.
"Does Miss Meiyue have such an obsession with Everlasting Holy Winter Peak because she rarely saw snow as a child?" Jiang An'an asked.
Instinctively, she felt that the person before her would not harm her. Otherwise, she would already have called, "Brother, come!" But when one roamed the martial world, the necessary vigilance and probing could not be lacking. Whenever there was an opening, she would test the waters a little, which also counted as supplementing her Knowledge and Insight of her "opponent."
"As a child?" Meiyue walked into the snow, her voice quiet and distant. "When I was little, I lived in a very large valley, so very large that I thought the world was that valley. The sky was always