"Extreme Yin, you are the only one still willing to speak a fair word for me."
Shi Min's voice was like ice needles quenched in poison, every word steeped in chilling cold.
"Ever since I failed my Tribulation Transcendence, those Radiant Light Hall disciples who once fawned over me and flattered me have all kept their distance. They even slandered me behind my back. That old bastard Danyang no longer treats me with the same pleasant manner as before. People and affairs in this world truly place profit above all else. No one will ever treat you with genuine sincerity."
Song Wen said, "Seeking benefit and avoiding harm is only human nature. But, Fellow Daoist, there is no need to become overly bitter and cynical. There are still sincere people in this world. For instance, Shi Sanniang, Shi Wuwei, and the others cared for you without mixing any interests into it."
"But Great-Aunt and the others are already..." Shi Min's tone was low, unable to conceal her sorrow.
"The dead are gone; the living must strive to grow stronger, rather than wallow in memories of old friends. Besides, you still have me. I will certainly do everything in my power to help you, just as Fellow Daoist Shi Sanniang did," Song Wen said.
"Extreme Yin, I understand your feelings. But my soul has been injured. Even Profound Lord Danyang and Radiant Light Hall are helpless—what can you do for me?" Shi Min asked.
"If Fellow Daoist encounters other troubles, I may not be able to help. But when it comes to injuries of the soul, I have some confidence. If Fellow Daoist trusts me, you may come see me. I certainly will not disappoint you," Song Wen said.
"Extreme Yin, I know you want to see me. But isn't that