"What is it?"
"Senior Brother..." Mu Qingluan's voice trembled slightly. Her autumn-water eyes were filled with unease and self-reproach. She gently bit her lower lip, clearly deeply unsettled. "I was wrong..."
Xiao Yan smiled faintly and looked at Mu Qingluan gently. "Then tell me, what did you do wrong?"
Mu Qingluan lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling as though she were trying hard to keep her tears from falling. "I shouldn't have made the decision for you..."
Xiao Yan put away the Spirit-Nurturing Dust and stood before Mu Qingluan, patiently speaking like a true elder. "I know your intentions were simple and you didn't think too much about it, but I had already said at the time that I wouldn't stand by and do nothing."
"I know you felt the situation was urgent then. You couldn't stand Ling Zhuo's actions and wanted to help Tang Zhen. But you also had to consider what would come afterward. If I hadn't possessed the strength of an eighth-tier alchemist, wouldn't Tang Zhen ultimately have had no choice but to ask Ling Zhuo for help?"
"Then your kindness might have only added to his burden. If he wanted to ask Ling Zhuo for help at that point, it would have become even more troublesome, and the situation he faced would have been even more difficult."
Venerable Wind had allowed Mu Qingluan to accompany him, presumably hoping that he would guide her. After all, Mu Qingluan had grown up in the Heavenly Luan Clan before becoming a disciple of the Starfall Pavilion. Her strength and knowledge had been cultivated exceptionally well, but she had too little experience traveling alone. Moreover, because of her background, she was destined never to encounter any truly major trouble. In a situation like today's, neither Qing Lin nor Xiao Yi