"It's a good thing for young people to communicate more with their peers."
"Such a good opportunity..."
"Perhaps in a few months, there won't be many left."
He spoke with intent, turned his head, and walked away.
Leaving the two facing each other, Jiang Yi showed helplessness and was the first to speak:
"Song Chai Xin, is there something you want to say to me?"
"There's really no friendship between us, is there?"
Jiang Yi sighed.
"Aren't you trying to repeat the glory of your ancestors, inherit the title in the Divine Capital? Now you've become a cursed blood, even worse than me, the Half-Demon. Everyone's after you, and you still want to return to Lingxiao Pavilion to bring honor to your family?"
Song Chai Xin's tone was inexplicable.
"What do you know..."
"In the Divine Capital, my family's fortunes have declined, and I was almost reduced to a live-in son-in-law, relying on the generosity of others all day."
