"Senior Sister, you needn't be so pessimistic..."
Jiang Yang opened his mouth, but in the end, he chose to soothe her.
To his surprise, Chu Qingjian merely smoothed her hair and said with a soft laugh:
"This isn't pessimism. I've simply thought through the worst beforehand."
Life and death were certainly weighty matters, but a cultivator's peace of mind rested within their own heart. Those who could relinquish life did not fear death; they feared only dying without worth.
After hearing her, Jiang Yang sighed in admiration:
"Your spiritual understanding is far above mine, Senior Sister."
"A few insights hardly amount to spiritual understanding."
Chu Qingjian smiled breezily and remarked:
"Throughout the ages, those who attained divine powers were wholehearted and sincere, cunning and vicious, or possessed thoughts as deep as an abyss. But never were they people who clung to life and feared death."
"Every Purple Mansion True Person has exceptional qualities. You must never underestimate them."
Jiang Yang naturally nodded in agreement:
"You jest, Senior Sister. I can hardly show the True Persons enough respect. How would I dare underestimate them?"
"Quite right."
Their rambling conversation soon settled their flustered hearts. Chu Qingjian had already used the opportunity to reveal her feelings, and with fewer reservations weighing on her now, she could not resist asking:
"What do you think of me, Junior Brother? Would... would you accept me?"
Another sudden straight punch struck Jiang Yang square in the face—just as direct as Chu Qingjian had always been.
With his earlier experience, Jiang Yang was no longer caught entirely off guard. Bai Tang's words from years ago still echoed in his heart. Since his feelings had been made clear, he had no intention of hedging or fobbing Chu Qingjian off this time.
After pondering for a moment, he raised