"I can't let you jeopardize your standing for my sake."
Wangchen's expression didn't change.
He tilted his head slightly, an aura of supremacy and arrogance radiating from his flawless features.
"It's fine. We'll let them stockpile their tokens first," Wangchen murmured, his voice dripping with a terrifying, icy disdain for the other protagonists. "When the final hour approaches, I will find the disciples with the highest counts and take them. The ranking is irrelevant to me, Brother Ji'an. The only variable in that realm that holds any value to my Dao... is your safety."
Ji'an's breath hitched.
There it was again.
That heavy, romantic, suffocatingly intense devotion.
He was casually offering to throw away his prestigious sect ranking, entirely willing to play the villain and rob the other disciples blind at the last minute, purely to ensure he had the free time to protect her.
