Ning Rongrong's expression was still blank, filled with disbelief.
After a moment, she looked at Oscar again.
"Oscar, are you willing to help me?"
"No." Oscar shook his head.
"Why? Don't you like me?" Ning Rongrong widened her eyes and asked incredulously.
A faint disappointment appeared in Oscar's eyes. "I'm only a food-type soul master. Besides, the one I liked was the former Ning Rongrong—approachable, gentle, and beautiful—not the current spoiled and overbearing eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I could be Ning Rongrong's lover and pursue her regardless of the gap in our statuses. But I can't, and never will, become a servant to the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"I've figured it out. This eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect isn't the one tree worth giving up an entire forest for. I can't give up everything for a tree I don't even like. There are plenty of people willing to help the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You shouldn't be lacking me. So, sorry. And Tang Liu was right: if you truly want companions you can open your heart to, then put aside the arrogance of being the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Otherwise, friends will only ever be an unattainable dream for you."
After saying that, he gave Ning Rongrong a deep look before leaving.
Ning Rongrong stood alone beneath the moonlight, dazed.
Only tears continued to slide down her face.
Only panic continued to spread through her heart.
Like the darkness gradually closing in around her as the moonlight vanished, as though it were about to swallow her whole.
Another night passed.
At dawn, after Tang Liu and Tang San finished cultivating the Purple Demon Eye together,