"That's none of your business."
Fang Xi said blandly, "Jian Xin, if you dare to get close to Xu Huan again, I'll genuinely suspect you're secretly colluding with him!"
His voice was logical:
"Besides, he's no longer the person you knew back then, he died once, and no longer remembers you."
"Just historical figures; no matter how real they seem, they're merely logical voids left by ancient times, without souls, not real people."
"Getting emotionally involved, treating them as friends, that's the most foolish thing."
Jian Xin paid him no mind.
Instead, he landed directly, striding into The Shop.
Fang Xi and his people focused on Spirit Wine, but Jian Xin cared about their laughter and conversations.
Feeling the shop was interesting, filled with warmth.
Without the inherent coldness and indifference of Cultivators, the staff here had carefree and lively eyes.
His whole life pursued the pure Sword Dao, the world thought him cold and unapproachable.
