Fleeting Youth

"I have just one question for you." Behind his back, Qiu Qing clenched his fist again.

"What is it?"

"What have you made of the bond between fellow disciples?" In the end, he couldn't hold back and asked.

To his surprise, Chi Xiaofan smiled. It was the first time he'd smiled at Qiu Qing that day, but the smile was full of scorn. "Qiu Qing, you're not a woman, so why are you being so coy? ...What do you think? The bond between fellow disciples, or the comfort of a beautiful woman? Of course I'd choose Wan Niang! You just focus on cultivating. Once you become an immortal... No, there's no need to wait until then. In a hundred years, five hundred years... Before a hundred years have passed, you won't even remember the name Chi Xiaofan. By then, the bond between fellow disciples can go to hell. Xiaowan, let's go."

"Chi... Xiao... Fan..." It was an utter humiliation. Qiu Qing watched the tall figure turn and walk away without a backward glance, unable to say another word.

Blood dripped from his sleeve onto the ground, blooming like red plum blossoms against the white snow.

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