"Young Master Yang, would you like me to brew you some tea or pour you some water?" Xiu'er asked, sounding slightly nervous.
Yang Chen smiled. "No need."
"Then is there anything you need me to help with?" Xiu'er asked again.
"No."
"Then, Young Master, how about I massage your legs and shoulders?"
"..."
Hearing this, Yang Chen could not help but sink into thought. It seemed he had still underestimated human nature. Xiu'er's strength was indeed not bad, but judging by her age and cultivation, she would likely find it difficult to advance another step for the rest of her life.
A female cultivator at the True God Stage was, in the eyes of great forces, merely an item for trading interests, something that could be discarded at any time to curry favor with others.
Even Xiu'er, despite being the great-granddaughter of a Nirvana-stage powerhouse, was no exception.
You might be outstanding, but there were always more outstanding people than you. Luoxing Island would only choose a select few to nurture. Most female cultivators were like ten thousand people crossing a river; in the end, only a scant few would make it across.
Before Xiu'er had come here, Venerable Daming had likely already instilled many ideas into her. Either she pleased him and became an important link between him and Venerable Daming when they became friends in the future, or Venerable Daming would abandon her cultivation.
Yang Chen shook his head. He knew that if he truly rejected Xiu'er's "kind intentions," she would probably panic inside. Thus, he simply said, "Mm, all right."
When Xiu'er saw Yang Chen agree, she heaved a sigh of relief and hurried over.
Yang Chen did not refuse her. By now, he naturally relaxed completely.
And truth be told, he had thought that at his