"Well…" Yang Qing said solemnly as he leaned forward slightly and clasped his fingers together, lending the atmosphere further heaviness. "We are all fools," he added with a leisurely smile, his expression and words instantly melting away the solemnity he had just created.
"Living foolishly makes life interesting. If we lived it perfectly, can you imagine how stiff the world would be?" He gave a mock shudder of fear, which drew a weak chuckle from Xia Fang.
"That it would," she said.
"So… when do you plan on leaving?" Yang Qing asked.
"Today… if possible," she said hesitantly, her gaze suggesting there was something weighing on her.
Seemingly reading her thoughts, Yang Qing said, "They won't come after you." The you here obviously referred to the Violet Feather Sword Sect.
Before Xia Fang could voice her doubt, Yang Qing continued, "Your ancestor, Xia Huang, left three messages for you."
