Jia Xiantian looked around perplexedly; eventually, his gaze settled on Qinghe in front of him. His eyes no longer held the irrational madness they did when he faced his archrival, the elder brother; instead, they were imbued with wisdom and a calm demeanor.
"Was it you who saved me?"
Qinghe slightly raised her eyebrows, "If it wasn't me, would it be a ghost? But looking at you, you don't seem too surprised. What, did you guess I would save you?"
Jia Xiantian shook his head with a wry smile, "If I were that capable, I wouldn't have ended up like this. I did sense someone hiding nearby early on, but I never expected you to save me. Though, at this point, what could possibly surprise me anymore?"
That's true, Qinghe pursed her lips.
However, there was something she was still curious about, "You discovered my presence early on, so why did you help me conceal that from your brother?"
"Huh, it's just an innocent person; why involve the innocent unnecessarily?"
Hmm, quite noble.