"What's going on here?" Song Yun watched Qingluan playing word games with the white-haired woman, feeling a bit puzzled. At the same time, he was confused by the white-haired woman's words; this seemed to be defending Qingluan.
Could it be that I've wronged Qingluan somehow?
"With Qingluan's talent, if it weren't for the obsession with you in her heart, she would have long since reached legendary status," the white-haired woman turned to look at Song Yun and said, "It's precisely because of the concern she holds for you that this concern has become her barrier to advancement. I've seen too many talented individuals stop just short of legend due to such attachments, and Qingluan, whom I've seen, has the best talent, yet she too has halted progress because of this attachment to you. You owe Qingluan."
