Where Does Fate Come From?

“No need.”

Yuwen Che stood up and looked at her calmly, saying, “Junior Sister, you have been cultivating for nearly a hundred years, and until now, you have barely reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Instead of thinking about irrelavent things, it’s better to focus your energy on cultivation and not disappoint Master, who has cultivated you with great care.”

Upon hearing this, Shan Zhiqing’s face turned pale, and the color faded from her pink lips. She looked like a withered flower under the moonlight and asked, “Senior Brother, did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s not that.”

Facing this pitiful and lovely flower, Yuwen Che still maintained a calm expression. He looked at Shan Zhiqing, who seemed on the verge of collapse, and said, “It’s just that there’s someone in my heart now, someone I need to constantly strive to be worthy of. I don’t want any actions that could cause misunderstandings with her. I hope Junior Sister can understand.”