Ji Xichan watched the white-robed figure approach, a flicker of impatience in her eyes.
She pushed Qing Yueqiu into the man's arms and said coldly, "Take your disciple and leave."
After feeding Qing Yueqiu a few Nourishing Essence Pills, Pei Yuhang looked at Ji Xichan's retreating back and decided to speak up.
"Xichan, when I didn't take you as my disciple back then, it wasn't because I was prejudiced against you. It was because your constitution and talent were truly unsuited for my Sword Dao. It would have only wasted your potential."
Ji Xichan's delicate figure stiffened for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was even colder.
"You took it upon yourself to save me from the Demon Dao, took it upon yourself to bring me back to the Dao Sect, and then you just didn't see it through... And now you're taking it upon yourself to explain your 'good intentions' to me.
Heh, you think I still care? Don't be so arrogant. You no longer have any right to put on airs in front of me."
