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Upon reaching Shushan's Qingluo Peak, the two returned to the Daoist temple for a brief rest.
This trip to White Jade Capital appeared unscathed on the surface, yet in reality, I had died countless times.
Even the Weed-Cutting Sword Immortal's habit of "killing without blinking" was nearly driven to the brink of collapse by tens of thousands of defeats and deaths, held together only by some unspeakable tenacity.
As soon as I returned to the Daoist temple, I immediately drowned myself in a pot of monkey wine to reward myself.
Ling Yunpo followed behind, wanting to speak, then hesitating, hesitating then wanting to speak.
Normally, flirting with Senior Sister An anytime and anywhere was effortless, and I could even enjoy her slightly coquettish glaring.
Yet when it came to professing love, I found myself somewhat at a loss as to where to begin.
In the end, Ling Yunpo was not prepared to take responsibility for Senior Sister An.