Having returned to the room, Ye Qianming looked toward Luo Qingtong: "Why did you think of giving her some advice today?"
Luo Qingtong was never the type to meddle in others' affairs.
"Probably because I didn't want to see her efforts go to waste," Luo Qingtong said as she placed him on the bed and went to wash up.
Those who, having been placed in the low-level class, still strive hard to change their fate, deserve her guidance.
Moreover, she liked Su Xiaoxiao's nature of defying her lowly fate as if she were lower than dust.
It's unexpected; she appears soft, like a little white rabbit, yet harbors such tenacity within.
"Hmm," Ye Qianming nodded, "Her talent is not bad. If your advice proves effective, she might carve out a path of her own, starkly different from other Alchemists. She could then become your support."
As he spoke, he looked up at the young girl who sat down next to him.
