Once many things had been set in motion, once they could no longer be stopped, whether they were true or false no longer really mattered.
Or rather, when truth could not be distinguished from falsehood, that distinction was secondary. The ability to navigate, or to correct mistakes along the way, was what mattered most-the ultimate weapon and vehicle for reaching the destination.
Nothing had ever been all smooth sailing.
Xiang Lan'er herself might refuse because doubts still surrounded Shi Chun, but the forces behind her would not. The Demonic Path would not.
And then Xiang Lan'er had to obey.
Hearing footsteps approach from behind, Shi Chun pulled his thoughts away from the curses coming from below and turned to see her. Seeing her approach him of her own accord in a public place on Mount Wukang struck him as rather strange.
On Mount Wukang, this woman usually put on an air of strict propriety between men and women.
He vaguely sensed something.
Xiang Lan'er stood beside him, looked down the mountain, and asked, "Why don't you have Mount Wukang drive them away?"
Shi Chun said dismissively, "They're not worth it. Let them curse. Once they're done, it'll have nothing to do with us anymore."
Then he changed the subject, looking puzzled. "How come you've come to show concern for me?"
Xiang Lan'er said calmly, "There's something I want to know."
Shi Chun was puzzled. "What?"
Xiang Lan'er asked, "When you took me hostage and fled Skyward City back then, did you hold me and touch me on purpose?"
Even saying this made her feel terribly embarrassed. But in all fairness, he truly was the only man who had ever taken such liberties with her. Not even Bian Weikang had ever had that opportunity; she always found ways to avoid his