Yuan Xuelan wasn't surprised to hear those words.
In fact, they were sobering to hear, like waking up from a lucid dream.
"Oh," he replied dumbly. It wasn't as though he wasn't able to register the meaning of what Sumeng was saying, rather, there was nothing he didn't already expect.
But more importantly... "How does Sumeng know that?"
"..." Again, Liu Sumeng turned quiet. Impatience nagged Yuan Xuelan's heart but he held his breath and counted quietly in his heart.
One…two…three…
"Sumeng?" The Ivory Sword Saint tensed at his own name and Yuan Xuelan felt that he was doing something wrong again. But no, this was important, he couldn't back down. As Xuelan wrestled with his feelings, he ended up saying, "Sumeng, please. I need to know."
He didn't expect to receive hollow laughter as a response. A well of sadness congregated in Yuan Xuelan's throat, thick and merciless.
