The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 995 - 545: Losing Composure

She smiled without speaking. Bai Qing is also human, and humans have the thought of survival at all costs. The temptation of the Nine-Revolution Ascending Lotus, the temptation of staying alive, is sothing cultivators at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage absolutely cannot resist. She was very confident about this. Suddenly her heart stirred, her thoughts dispersed, and she instantly wondered if she could use the Nine-Revolution Ascending Lotus to attract more cultivators at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage to beco her allies. The talents who could cultivate to this stage were often not loose cultivators, and had great powers supporting them. By winning them over, she could also win over the forces behind them.

This matter could truly be planned for the long term and in detail. She could first collect the materials, and after Changtian cos out of seclusion, she would have him refine so more.

Quan Shifang saw her gaze wandering and a smile on her lips, clearly reminded of sothing happy, and was montarily stunned, calling out softly after a while, "Miss Ning? Ning Xiaoxian?"

He called twice before she ca back to her senses from her dream.

"Hmm?" Haha, the future was so beautiful, it almost made her drool in front of the handso guy.

He hesitated for a mont, then softly said, "The day after tomorrow is the Old Grand Dowager’s birthday." He finally rembered the real purpose of his visit today.

She blinked: "So?"

"I..." Quan Shifang hesitated, a faint blush suddenly rising on his jade-like face, "The city will definitely be very lively these two days. I-I want to invite you to go out with ."

Was this an invitation? She instinctively opened her mouth, but couldn’t utter a word.

He seed to have gathered courage to continue, "If you are free after the birthday celebration, I want to invite you, invite you to return to the Chaoyun Sect with !" Although he seed a bit nervous at first, the more he spoke, the brighter his eyes beca, and the more fluent his words.

After he finished speaking, his whole being relaxed, as if the knot in his heart from countless nights had finally been untied. She was so smart, she would definitely understand.

Ning Xiaoxian indeed understood, and she understood imdiately.

Quan Shifang looked at her with an undisguised intensity for the first ti, which made her skin prickle slightly. This was also the first ti he rendered her speechless.

This gentleman, gentle and elegant like jade, finally couldn’t resist confessing to her.

At this mont, she despised herself to death.

As a result, Quan Shifang waited for a long ti without getting an answer from her. In his ears, there was only the faint, repetitive, endless sound of water.

Strange, how had he never noticed how monotonous and cold the sound of water was before?

As ti passed, he saw the distress on her face, and his heart sank bit by bit.

"Brother Quan." Ning Xiaoxian bit her lip, lowering her head and not daring to et his gaze, her voice as soft as a mosquito, "I have soone I like, I’m sorry." If there was one person in this world she never wished to hurt, besides Changtian, it would have to be Quan Shifang. How could she be as gentle as possible, and not hurt him?

The air at the stern of the boat seed to freeze. She could feel Quan Shifang staring at her, but she didn’t dare to look up. She had never feared anyone’s gaze, except for Changtian, but now, she only felt imnse guilt.

Damn it, why is it so quiet around here? Aren’t there always raucous birds flying by overhead? Why aren’t they making a sound?

After a long pause, Quan Shifang finally spoke hoarsely, "Is it Miluo?"

"No!" she said firmly.

"Have I t him?"

She shook her head.

Quan Shifang fell silent, and after a long while, he asked with difficulty, "Is he good to you?"

She nodded without hesitation.

"You, you..." He swallowed the bitterness in his throat before he could continue, "How long have you been together?"

"More than three years." She bit her lip and said, "I never told you, but I really like him."

"Three years, three years? It was around when I first t you?" he murmured, his voice tinged with mockery, "How laughable that I’ve been kept in the dark all this ti."

Another long silence followed. Ning Xiaoxian was surprised by his tone and didn’t know what to say. He sat at the stern of the boat, the small boat drifting up and down the lake, his figure frozen like a wooden sculpture.

Ning Xiaoxian finally couldn’t help but look up and say, "Brother Quan, I..." but her words were scared away by his gaze.

How strange, with his back to the light, she couldn’t see his face, yet she could feel his gaze.

What kind of gaze was that? Besides disappointnt and sadness, there seed to be many other emotions brewing that she couldn’t comprehend, making this usually upright, honest, and handso man appear inexplicably violent.