Song Ciwan stood by the ruins of Yao Fang Courtyard, watching as a plume of qi rose from the top of Wang Yi's head.
The Heaven and Earth Scale automatically collected it: [Human desires. The thoughts, sorrows, and confusion of a Qi Nourishing Realm Scholar. Five taels and five maces. Sellable.]
Song Ciwan: ...
'Was this laughable, or was it lamentable?'
'No, there was no lamenting, only laughter.'
'The little lamb was being too proactive. It was truly exasperating.'
'It wasn't that Song Ciwan insisted on fleecing him. It was just a coincidence that they met, and he just had to go and offer himself up. What else could she do?'
Just then, Zhou Bo's expression was moved. As if talking to himself, yet also questioning Wang Yi, he said, "Because you have an old friend in your heart, you will never be utterly bewitched by Princess Chunshui, no matter what?"
