"Damn..." The moment Xiao Hua saw it, he groaned inwardly. Damn it, why did I let my mouth run away with me again? How could I casually say such things? Never mind Fairy Hongxia—even Xue Xue, who had already passed away...
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 have said that a drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring. You have saved me several times, so I should offer myself to you. But... I know my willow-and-rush beauty is unworthy of entering your eyes, and I also bear a heavy responsibility. Before I rescue my father, I absolutely dare not speak of such major matters of 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, so don't take it seriously! Since your father is being suppressed in the Profound Water Palace, we should hurry inside and rescue him first."
Gratitude flickered in Xin Xin's eyes, though beneath it lay threads of disappointment. Still, she smiled faintly and cleverly concealed it. "My thoughts are in turmoil right now. Young Master, please do not mind my nonsense."
As she spoke, she looked again at the palace gate of the Profound Water Palace, her feet slow to move forward.
"Xin Xin, what are you afraid of?" Xiao Hua frowned, not understanding.
"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. Since childhood, I wore fine clothes and ate rich food. The glory, wealth, and honor I enjoyed may be beyond your