"Don't brush me off. I'm serious. Do you think I'm a cowardly, despicable incompetent who sold out her junior sister's happiness?" Nangong Que asked earnestly.
Why had Martial Uncle suddenly become so sentimental? Mo Caihuan wondered, unsure how to answer. Praise displeased her-did she want to be insulted instead?
Even an objective assessment would probably fail to satisfy her.
Mo Caihuan said, "Since you're asking that, Martial Uncle, you must already think so yourself. Why didn't you think this way before? Why reflect on it now? Could you tell me what brought this on?"
"It's all because of you." Nangong Que shot Mo Caihuan a glare. "You're like a mirror. Compared with you, I'm incompetent. Your cultivation is clearly lower than mine, yet you handle everything without letting a single drop leak through. Even when receiving an honored guest like Weilichen, you can make him feel at home. If it were you, you certainly wouldn't have accepted the Huayi Sect's terms or traded my junior sister's happiness for resources."
Mo Caihuan had never expected to be the reason a dignified middle Nascent Soul cultivator reflected on herself. She was overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.
"Don't let it go to your head," Nangong Que said sternly. "Don't think a few words of praise mean you can stick your tail up into the sky."
"Do you not want Martial Uncle Wan to marry Weilichen?" Mo Caihuan asked.
Nangong Que sighed. "Wan'er refused many times. She simply didn't want to marry him. Yet because of the Huayi Sect's terms, I forced her to marry someone she didn't love. At the time, I thought love didn't amount to much for cultivators. Weilichen could bring plenty of resources and help my junior sister cultivate. The gains in cultivation outweighed the loss of love. But that