Cha Jin wanted to ask, “Just who was it who said he wasn’t desperate? Just who was it who made himself sound so righteous?”

“Who was it who said there was little benefit to dual cultivating with Qing Wan before she reached the Spiritual Manifestation Realm?”

“Why is it that you suddenly changed your mind the moment you laid eyes on Qing Wan?”

She even wanted to shout, “Men! You really can’t trust a thing they say!”

Despite thinking all this, out loud, Cha Jin smiled. “Qing Wan, in that case, I shan’t disturb you two.”

Before Qing Wan could respond, Cha Jin turned and left, as if fleeing.

She even closed the door on her way out.

The atmosphere was instantly stifled yet enchanting.

Qing Wan was obviously nervous.

She lowered her head and tightly gripped the hems of her clothing, and she stood there in a daze, like a lost little bunny uncertain of what to do next.

Su Yi, however, didn’t feel at all ill at ease. He sat casually on the bed, but when he saw how tense Qing Wan was, he was briefly at a loss for words. 

Then, he waved her over. “Come here.”

“Mm….” Qing Wan trembled, then lowered her head and walked toward him.

She was timid and shy. It was hard not to pity her.

“Listen carefully. I’m going to teach you a dual cultivation technique, and you must commit it to memory. Otherwise, something could...