Chatted for a while.
Zhan Beilie's words were few; generally, it was Qu Tan'er talking and him listening.
Qu Tan'er sighed, thinking this shadow and heart knot would haunt him for life, "You have known your cultivation was abolished, haven't you?"
"Hmm."
"Don't lose hope; my lord might have a way to heal you."
"..." Suddenly, Zhan Beilie's eyes lit up, then immediately dimmed again. He had never heard of anyone recovering after their Profound Energy was dissipated, "You don't have to comfort me; I've accepted it."
That forlorn gaze, the fleeting look of despair.
Qu Tan'er glanced at Zhan Beilie, who was bandaged like a mummy. She didn't continue talking; even Chengcheng's ability to heal him was uncertain. She had just said it to offer some comfort and give him a little hope to prevent him from doing something foolish out of despair, but she wouldn't offer too much hope either.
After all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment if it's unattainable.
