The girl on his back slowly fell asleep, her breath sweet, her face serene. Zhong Minyan, however, sighed to himself relentlessly.
He had always been a proud child, yet among the Shaoyang Sect's disciples, he was the youngest. Even if he gave it his all, he couldn't surpass his senior brothers. He was truly elated to be part of the Flower Pinning Conference's Demon Hunting task, eagerly hoping to take this opportunity to perform well and gain the favor of his master.
Yet here he was, carrying someone— he looked back at Xuanji, her face rosy-cheeked, eyelashes trembling slightly, lost in a dream. Sigh, if Linglong had been the one to come, everything would have been different. Perhaps he could have teamed up with Linglong for a session of Dual Swordsmanship, and sparred with the demon for a few moves!
Why did his master make him write Xuanji's name, and why was it that Xuanji, who seemed so useless, was the one who got picked?
