"Yes, exactly... Living in this mortal world, one must always look ahead. But... where are there ever so many wishes fulfilled? Can you truly forget just because you wish to?"
Her words were filled with melancholy, yet Xi Mujun's heart stirred at the sight. That slight furrow of Meng's brow laid bare her temperament without reservation. Truly, Xi Mujun had no means of resisting it.
For no reason, Xi Mujun's heart ached. He nearly rose to his feet and declared righteously, "Junior Sister Zixia's worries are my worries. If... please tell me frankly. Though I do not possess the Cult Master's absolute authority, I still have some say in ordinary affairs on Yi Xiang Peak!"
Meng glanced at him and forced a smile. "It is precisely because I value Senior Brother's position... that... I hope Senior Brother will not blame me!"
"Not at all!" Xi Mujun slapped his chest and laughed. "A man's shoulders exist to shield women from wind and rain. If they are truly too frail, Junior Sister would be better off not relying on them!"
Then his tone shifted. "Junior Sister has told me of her past without the slightest hesitation. If I still cannot show the open-hearted bearing of a true man, how could I live up to the image I hold in Junior Sister's heart?"
Meng smiled brilliantly, revealing the single dimple on her left cheek. It was exceedingly lovely.
"Since Senior Brother Xi puts it that way, then I shall not stand on ceremony... In truth, Senior Brother must already have formed some idea before coming here. What troubles could I possibly have within Mocu Palace on Yi Xiang Peak? Is it not still the matter of my master, Master Jingxuan?"
Xi Mujun nodded, confidence already in his breast. "I have known Master Jingxuan