Whether it was a relationship between a man and a woman or between master and disciple, there was affection, regardless.
Hearing this answer, the three readers-Zhong Lizi, Ran Handong, and Jiang Yuxia-were thoroughly satisfied, and moved on to the next part of the interview. Jiang Yuxia asked, "Given the different rates at which time passes on either side, you haven't seen him for five hundred years. Why do you still remember what happened back then so clearly, and why are you still willing to do so much for him?"
Zhao Layue looked at her and asked, "Do you like Jing Jiu?"
Jiang Yuxia was a little shy and a little afraid, but still bravely murmured her assent.
Zhao Layue then looked at Zhong Lizi. Zhong Lizi wheedled, "Don't look at me. You know."
"Liking someone doesn't matter, just as you might like looking at flowers or listening to a stream. But don't expect the flowers to bloom for you or the stream to sing for you, because even if we died today, the sun would still rise as usual tomorrow."
Zhao Layue raised her wineglass, clinked it against the distant setting sun, then drained it.
Ran Handong said wistfully, "If I ever get the chance, I really want to visit the Chaotian Continent. Perhaps I could cultivate the Great Dao too."
Zhao Layue said, "You like Jing Jiu too?"
Ran Handong looked into her eyes and said earnestly, "No, I like you."
Zhao Layue paused, then poured her a glass of wine. "You have good taste."
Covering her face, Zhong Lizi said, "How are you unlike Jing Jiu? You're another him, through and through."
Unwilling to admit this, Zhao Layue looked at Jiang Yuxia and said, "Back to the original question."
An exceedingly faint breeze passed through the Protective Shield