"By the way, don't mention your learning of the Great Fist Skills to Lan Xinyu and the rest," Ling Chuxi reminded Duan Xiaomo.
"Why?" Duan Xiaomo looked at her quizzically.
"Because they also want to learn, but I don't want to teach them." Ling Chuxi lied smoothly, but in her heart, she thought, 'Xinyu, it's not that I don't want to teach you, but I'm afraid you will receive too much of a blow and commit suicide on the spot after you know about this.'
"Oh," Duan Xiaomo answered blankly.
For the next few days, Ling Chuxi took Duan Xiaomo to the sea of flowers to cultivate.
They practiced separately, and sometimes would not even say a single word all day long. Occasionally, Ling Chuxi would give some advice, Duan Xiaomo would reply briefly, and then the two would continue to cultivate. However, everyone who saw them felt touched at their undeniable closeness.
