As Su Jiu watched Chu Luohen walk away, her eyes reddened, but she remained stubbornly silent.
In truth, she had regretted those words the moment they left her mouth. At a loss and bewildered, Su Jiu stood where she was, alone once more amid the ice and snow.
She looked at the pile of used and unused Formation Disks beside her and suddenly felt like laughing. Perhaps she simply was not suited to becoming a Formation Arts Artist. She had no talent.
At that moment, all she could think of was denying her own worth.
Long after Su Jiu left, another figure appeared not far from the pile of Formation Disks. He looked up at the sky and sighed helplessly.
One did not know how to express himself, while the other was stubborn to the bone. It was time for him, her master, to step in again.
The moment Chu Mojin entered the Ice Veil Hall, he felt a chill even more intense than before.
Well, he was angry.
Looking at Chu Luohen sitting in meditation, Chu Mojin nearly laughed aloud. He was not even circulating his cultivation method through his dantian. This was hardly meditation-he was simply resting with his eyes closed.
But considering a certain someone's current mood, Chu Mojin refrained from his usual teasing.
"Since you don't want to teach her anymore, go into seclusion for Nascent Soul Formation. I think her aptitude is actually about the same as mine."
Chu Luohen slowly opened his eyes and glanced at him. "Stop gilding your own face."
Chu Mojin's grin widened a little. So he intended to vent all his anger on him.
"Then tell me, what exactly do you want? The girl didn't say anything wrong. You really are leaving her to figure everything out herself."
Chu Luohen