Ning Xiang guessed that the illusion she had just seen must have been the calamity at the Nine Shao Gate that her eldest senior brother had mentioned. Then who had those fallen cultivators been to him? And how had he become Lu Qingchen's disciple?
Also, something was off about Lu Qingchen's condition. What had he seen?
[Tsk, what could possibly frighten that coldhearted, stone-faced fellow?]
Before Ning Xiang could think any further, Bai Yueguang asked her, "Senior Sister Ning, what did you dream about?"
These so-called nightmares dug up the fears buried deepest in their hearts, then magnified them without limit. In Bai Yueguang's opinion, Ning Xiang shouldn't have had anything worth fearing.
"I dreamed that you went behind my back and arranged another whole harem for me," Ning Xiang said coldly.
Bai Yueguang was too guilty to look her in the eye.
Jiang Miaomiao's eyes were as red as a rabbit's. She sobbed, "I've let my parents down. I nearly forgot the sea of blood spilled in the Jiang Household's feud."
Ning Xiang gave Jiang Miaomiao a sympathetic look. Really, the original author was entirely to blame for this.
The original author had only wanted Jiang Miaomiao to be a delicate, innocent little white flower. She wouldn't need to cultivate hard, fight monsters, or level up. A whole crowd of male leads would come flocking one after another to shelter her from wind and rain, clear every obstacle from her path, and present her with countless magical treasures and cultivation resources.
She wouldn't need to shoulder a bitter blood feud or stain herself with even a trace of blood. All she had to do was remain kind, pure, and harmless forever.
"Actually..."
"Senior Sister, you don't need to comfort me. I finally understand why you always disapproved of me