Those Favored Fear Nothing

Before he saw Qiao Muyi, Ren Suo had already thought of several possible fates for himself.

The worst would be dying outright. Qiao Muyi would see his face and realize he had come to her door of his own accord, and old and new grudges would surge into her heart. She would use blood, a refrigerator, and Formalin to commemorate her lost love... Of course, the odds of that were very low. Otherwise, Ren Suo would not have dared come looking for her, though he had just been scared half to death.

A slightly less terrible outcome would be Qiao Muyi beating him half to death, then throwing him out, never to speak to him again until they died of old age. Or she might beat him half to death, then take him in, leaving him cut off from the outside world forever.

A more ordinary outcome would be for him to be shut out completely, forever separated from Qiao Muyi by her coldness and distance.

As for a better ending... well, Ren Suo had never imagined he could have one.

Because in his heart, Qiao Muyi was a very self-centered person.

Although she worked at the Countermeasures Bureau, she did not possess much of its spirit—"Retreat to protect peace in one place; advance to secure peace for all ages." The Bureau's cultivators were either righteous companions driven by a sense of mission, or cultivators pursuing the Dao with a desire to grow stronger. Most possessed both mission and desire, though naturally they also suffered from chronic laziness.

Qiao Muyi had neither. Though her résumé was dazzling, her achievements countless, her annual record in Slaying Demons and Eliminating Devils ranked first, and she was also the Countermeasures Bureau's number one Combat Cultivator... Ren Suo could tell that everything Qiao Muyi