Jun Xuehan turned the hairpin in his hand and said softly, "Sister Xue'er, I can't stay in the Heaven Dou Empire forever to help you."
Hearing Jun Xuehan's words, Qian Renxue felt an immense sense of loss rise within her and asked, "Why?!"
Jun Xuehan looked at the hairpin in his hand and said, "I'm going to the Extreme North for a training journey. I'll leave once my Soul Power reaches forty levels, and I probably won't return until before the All-Continent Elite Tournament."
Qian Renxue slowly sat down, the smile fading from her face. "The Extreme North Bitter Cold Land is an ungoverned region of the continent, covered in ice and snow year-round. What's there to train for? What cultivation resources do you need that Spirit Hall can't provide? If you think your cultivation resources aren't enough, I'll devote all the Worship Hall's cultivation resources to supporting you."
At this, Jun Xuehan merely continued gently turning the exquisitely crafted hairpin in his hand, quietly watching it as though he had heard nothing, saying nothing at all.
Qian Renxue simply watched Jun Xuehan in silence.
The room fell quiet in an instant, dead silent. Only their barely audible breathing echoed through the room.
After a long while, Jun Xuehan placed the hairpin in his hair and began arranging it. Once he had finished, he took several pieces of Hair Gold from his Soul Tool and placed them before Qian Renxue.
Changing the subject, Jun Xuehan said, "Sister Xue'er, take a look at this."
Qian Renxue picked up a piece of Hair Gold and squeezed it. It felt very soft, yet even with the Soul Power of a Soul King, she could not completely flatten it. It was remarkably elastic.
"What is this? What is it for?" Qian Renxue's tone softened