Upon hearing Ji Xiaoyu's words, Gu An was taken aback, then asked, "You went back just for this thing?"
Would you like to mirror my soul?
Do you think I'm a demon?
Gu An felt strange inside, unsure how to evaluate Ji Xiaoyu's idea.
It seemed Ji Xiaoyu understood his gaze, and she explained, "Of course, it's not just about that ability, it's only that if cultivators could observe their own souls, perhaps they could enhance their comprehension."
"I don't believe it, so I won't try it," Gu An brushed it off with a wave of his hand.
Ji Xiaoyu leaned closer and whispered softly, "Just try, it won't hurt."
"I'm not afraid of pain; it's just that you want me to mirror my own soul, which I find offensive. You don't think I'm a demon, do you?"
"How could I? Even if you were a demon, it wouldn't matter, after all…"
"Still saying it's not?"
Feigning anger, Gu An swept his sleeves and departed.
