He looked at Wu Yun, then at Old Yao, suddenly a wildly absurd guess crossed his mind: was his master helping Wu Yun steal the Liang Family's Saber Technique?!
"Master, this is..."
Old Yao looked at him, "Go to sleep, you don't need to worry about Wu Yun's affairs. Just make sure you can come back alive each day before you worry about anything else."
"Oh."
Old Yao scoffed, "Every day you risk your life as if your head were hanging by a belt around your waist; I have no idea what you're aiming for."
"Master, you've said before that fate can be changed."
"Hmm?"
"I want to try."
...
...
The deep of night was tranquil.
Chen Ji extricated himself from the Qingshan Dream Realm, gasping slightly.
The sound of Liang Gou'er's snores filled his ears, the room reeked of the other's boozy breath, so strong it seemed just a sniff would get one drunk. If possible, to be carefree and heartless like Liang Gou'er, living a rambunctious life, would be quite nice.
