Boom.
The sky, clear just moments ago, suddenly erupted with rain. Heavy, dramatic, like the heavens themselves were weeping at Zhu Qing's despair.
Her smile dropped faster than a falling cultivator with no Qi.
"Bai Yujian?" she whispered. "Are you… sick?"
Su Xiaobai wasn't joking. Not even a little. After their last encounter, he had concluded that no one—no one—would let him touch them so casually unless there were thoughts. Thoughts she clearly didn't mind showing when she inspected his body.
Now, he was planning a little "heart-to-heart" conversation with her. See where things stood. Maybe figure out how far he could push that ice wall down.
"You both have gone insane," Zhu Qing growled, her teeth grinding audibly.
"Both?" Su Xiaobai tilted his head, genuinely curious. "Wait… has someone else told you this before?"
