"Disciple, go to sleep. It's getting late, and tomorrow there's the grand competition between the Buddha Gate and the Dao Sect."
Without changing his expression, he shifted the topic and turned to sneak away again.
Just as he turned, a soft sobbing sound suddenly came from behind him.
Su Bei turned back in confusion. She was looking at him, her eyes rimmed red.
Unclothed, wrapped only in a brocade quilt, she seemed helpless and lost... weeping silently.
For a moment, Su Bei was overwhelmed with emotion, feeling like a great sinner condemned to endless torment in the infernal depths.
He approached her again, tentatively reaching out to wipe away her tears.
She dodged, turning her head to one side.
"After all, to Master, I, your disciple, am just an expendable person."
"My parents are no longer here, and Master is just like a figurehead."
"Someone you can toy with at will while I sleep, like I'm a doll... or perhaps an older sister you can just manipulate..."
