Su Mo turned to look at Wu Qian, whose expression was sorrowful and somewhat desolate, and slowly smiled.
"You think I'm using your Spirit Beast Mountain to scheme for something belonging to the Ji Clan?"
Wu Qian looked at Su Mo bitterly and slowly shook her head. "I wouldn't dare."
Seeing her expression, Su Mo shook his head helplessly. He still felt it was better to clear up certain misunderstandings. There was no need to hide the truth.
Wu Qian was merely another pitiful person struggling to survive in the cracks of this world. Why leave a burden weighing on her heart?
"In truth, I don't know what the Ji Clan obtained last month. I'm not even certain they actually obtained anything," Su Mo said slowly.
Wu Qian froze, staring blankly at Su Mo.
Su Mo slowly rose and tilted his head toward the darkening sky. For some reason, the overbearing air he had shown before had vanished from his expression, leaving only an abiding depth.
His white robes fluttered and danced in the night breeze. To Wu Qian, he looked so forlorn.
"We're all people living cautiously in this world. What I carry on my shoulders is something you cannot see or understand."
Su Mo's voice was calm, yet Wu Qian felt such surging waves within it.
"If we want to keep others from hurting us, we must present a frightening face..."
"If we went to all this trouble only to tell them not to hurt us again in the future..."
"Do you think they would believe us? Would they fear us?"
Wu Qian froze, gazing at Su Mo's back, unable to speak.
A cool breeze swept past, tousling Su Mo's long hair.
Su Mo slowly turned back and smiled calmly at Wu Qian. "They don't know who I