"What do you want with me?"
Tianyan lay reclined on the bed, turned to one side, eyes flickering uncertainly, "What do you mean?"
Xu Yuan was also taken aback.
What did that mean?
In the Illusionary Realm, almost twenty years of companionship—was she really unclear about his situation?
The two on the bed looked at each other without a word, only the sound of falling rain echoing around them.
Tianyan slowly sat up on the bed, her expression hesitant as she looked at him:
"Xu Yuan, you... couldn't learn it, could you?"
Xu Yuan also sat up, smacking his lips:
"Well... I guess, that's about right."
Hearing the affirmative response, Tianyan's hesitant eyes turned into surprise:
"Why couldn't you learn it?"
The girl's genuine astonishment made Xu Yuan feel a bit uncomfortable, prompting him to clear his throat:
"Ahem, is it that strange? After all, this is the Yantian Art."
"But you have the Innate Taoist Body."
