Chen Yi looked at Song Wen with intense focus and earnestness.
"Senior Yang Yu, to you, it may have been no more than lifting a finger, but to me, it was a lifesaving kindness. Once we reach the Western Wasteland, we will part ways, and who knows when we might meet again? Senior, please let me do something for you."
"There's no need. There's nothing you can help me with anyway," Song Wen said coolly.
He summoned a flying ship, drew Chen Yi over with his power, and boarded with her.
Since he had decided to head for the Western Wasteland, there was no reason to linger.
Unexpectedly, after landing on the ship's deck, Chen Yi refused to let the matter drop.
"Senior, all I have is this body, and I am somewhat attractive. Would you perhaps find me pleasing? ...Rest assured, senior, my body is still pure. No man has ever touched me."
A flicker of astonishment crossed Song Wen's face, but his indifference soon returned.
"I told you, you don't need to do anything."
Chen Yi's shoulders suddenly slumped, disappointment mingling with a trace of relief.
"Then there really is nothing I can do for you. But you just said that the cultivation world is full of deceit and treachery. If I may be so bold, why have you saved me time and again?"
Song Wen raised his eyes, gazing at the white clouds racing backward across the distant sky, and spoke slowly.
"Perhaps because of... your name."
Two months later, Song Wen dropped Chen Yi off outside a small mortal city with only a handful of Qi Refining Stage cultivators.
Chen Yi repeatedly urged him to stay, inviting him to spend a few days in the city, but Song Wen refused without hesitation and continued west