After hearing Su Xiaoqi's words, the worry on Ouyang's face instantly eased. So it wasn't that his junior sister lacked talent-she was simply too talented!
At that moment, Ouyang wore the gratified smile of an old father whose daughter had just been praised.
Su Xiaoqi tilted her head and watched the grinning Ouyang. Only after her stare made his skin crawl did she say quietly, "You really are like your master. Every time he mentions you, he wears that same expression."
At the mention of Hu Yun, Ouyang's expression froze, but Su Xiaoqi continued, "You both seem to think so much about the people around you, yet you seem to forget only yourselves."
Ouyang grinned. "You make me sound so selfless."
"Boy, you help your junior brothers and sisters find their Dao," Su Xiaoqi asked softly. "But what about yours?"
Ouyang clasped his hands behind his head and said with an utterly unconcerned expression, "When it comes to cultivating the Dao, I'm a complete blockhead. I don't insist on those things. Right now, I can still help them a little. Later, they'll have to rely on themselves."
Su Xiaoqi watched the unconcerned Ouyang. When she first met him, she had noticed that this young man had a different air about him. His natural affinity and the way he made others feel so comfortable around him had both made her extremely fond of him.
A cultivator who did not pursue their own Dao was merely a stronger mortal. Across the long years of a cultivator's life, that strength was destined to bloom only for a fleeting moment, dazzling others for a time and no more.
And although Ouyang was erratic in his actions and constantly made minor mistakes, he had never done anything that violated the sect's rules. Beneath that irreverent