QingWu stepped out of the room, staring at the red thread on her wrist with a complicated expression.
Only then did Judge's Brush dare to speak. "To willingly bind one's lifespan and soul to the Threads of Causality, and to let you hold that thread—it's the same as entrusting his life into your hands."
"Brother Xiao Chenyuan must really trust you."
"Ah-Wu... you and him are now completely entangled. Aren't you afraid you'll fall too deep and truly develop feelings for Brother Chenyuan?"
QingWu ran her fingers over the red thread. "That's a separate matter."
"How is it a separate matter?" Judge's Brush sighed. "Even a brainless brush like me can tell this is a huge mess. We're dealing with the Shaman Clan here! I'm even starting to suspect that Xiao Chenyuan's soul might be tied to them, and not just that—his identity probably isn't simple either."