Nangong Zhen listened quietly and suddenly laughed, "Such a woman, no wonder your disciple would take a liking to her." After glancing at Bai Qing's expression, he burst into laughter, "That's right, you're a man of black and white, right and wrong. You've lived a life untouched by love and remain focused, but how could you know that in this world, the word 'love' is the most entangled and chaotic."
"You exhaust all schemes to suppress your cultivation, isn't it just to fight for more time to teach your disciple? If you had really killed her just now, although your filial disciple wouldn't say it, he might not dare to hate you in his heart. But that girl would definitely become his Heart Demon, forever obstructing his path of cultivation."
He sighed deeply, "In this world, what could be more enduring than a deceased person?"
Bai Qing's gaze sharpened, continuing to drink without a word.
