She didn't want Chen Qing to follow in her footsteps, to taste the same bitterness she had experienced under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
But she also felt that Chen Qing's chances of winning were extremely slim.
Chen Qing listened, then solemnly cupped his fist. "Thank you for informing me, Senior Sister Meng."
"You... be careful."
A thousand words were ultimately reduced to this single phrase.
Meng Qianxue gave Chen Qing a deep look, then turned and left. The hem of her dress brushed over the threshold, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible trace of melancholy.
After seeing Meng Qianxue off, the small courtyard finally fell completely silent.
Chen Qing stood in the courtyard, his Heart and Spirit calm, the Diancang Spear already in his hand.
His mind moved, and his body followed the spear.
The Diancang Spear sliced through the air with a low hum.
