"Damn..." The moment Xiao Hua saw it, he groaned inwardly. Damn it, why did my tongue slip again? How could I casually say such things? Not to mention Fairy Hongxia—even Xue Xue, who has already passed on...
Just as Xiao Hua was regretting it, Xin Xin raised her head again. Her face was flushed, yet her expression was resolute as she said, "Xiaohua, the sages of our Confucian cultivation say that a drop of kindness must be repaid with a gushing spring. You have saved me several times; I should offer myself to you. But... I know that my willow-and-poplar looks could hardly enter your eyes, and I bear a heavy responsibility. Before I rescue my father, I absolutely dare not speak of such a major matter in life!"
"No, no..." Xiao Hua hurriedly waved his hands, his face and neck reddening. "I never meant that! I was merely making an offhand joke—don't take it seriously! Since your father has been suppressed within Profound Water Palace, we should hurry inside and rescue him first."
Gratitude flickered in Xin Xin's eyes, though beneath it lay a thread of disappointment. Still, she smiled faintly and concealed it with great skill. "My heart is in turmoil right now as well. Young Master, please do not take my nonsense to heart."
As she spoke, she looked again at Profound Water Palace's palace gate, her feet unable to take that step forward.
"Xin Xin, what are you afraid of?" Xiao Hua frowned, puzzled.
"Alas..." Xin Xin let out another long sigh. "To be honest with you, Young Master, I was born into a second-rank Confucian cultivator family on Cangxian Continent. From childhood, I wore fine clothes and ate rich food. The glory, wealth, and honor I enjoyed may be beyond your imagination; even a princess