Xun Er: What the Hell Am I Even Competing For?

"...I rather liked that answer."

Yao Wan fell silent for a moment, then her tone suddenly relaxed as she released Feng Qing'er's chin.

"Don't worry... I've never been careless with where I put things."

In a light tone, Yao Wan said, "Since that is the case, wait peacefully. Go on now."

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

After receiving Yao Wan's definite answer, the faint pain on Feng Qing'er's lovely face finally gave way to an unusual sense of relief. A thin mist gradually veiled her eyes, and after slowly getting to her feet, she hurried out of Yao Wan and Xiao Yan's sight.

"...What a letdown."

Watching Feng Qing'er's departing figure, Yao Wan felt not the slightest ripple in her heart, merely muttering under her breath.

"What is it?"

Xiao Yan had not heard what Yao Wan said. He simply placed a hand gently on her shoulder.

"Nothing. Let's head in."

Yao Wan shook her head. How could she possibly say something like that in front of Xiao Yan... Besides, there were more important matters at hand. Who had the time to think about such things...

"What about Feng Qing'er...?"

Xiao Yan could not help asking. Naturally, he held no favorable feelings toward the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan that had given him such a thorough gutting. Even without saying it aloud, he would still seek an explanation from the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan someday.

But that depended on who he was being compared to.

Xiao Yan's attitude toward the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan could be considered rather aggressive compared to others, but compared to Yao Wan, his attitude appeared extremely restrained.

Although Xiao Yan disliked the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan, he was not entirely sure whether Feng Qing'er could still be considered one of them. After all, this incident