His emotionless eyes inexplicably brought a subtle, indescribable sadness to my heart.
We found a noodle shop and sat down. Though small, it wasn’t crowded. Seeing that Mu Chuan was still holding my hand, I whispered, “How can I eat if you don’t let go?”
“I’ll feed you.”
Two bowls of noodles quickly arrived, steaming hot, covered with five or six wontons, fragrance wafting everywhere. Seeing him eating with difficulty, I couldn’t help but say, “I won’t run away. Besides, are you going to hold me like this every time we go out?”
Mu Chuan paused, then loosened his hand, saying, “You used to like running around. Back then, when we were hiding our breath, whenever you ran out, I’d have to search for you all night. Even after finding you, you’d show no remorse, blaming me for treating you like a child.”
I smiled and picked up a wonton with my chopsticks for him: “Compensation.”
Mu Chuan said softly, “Willful, but pure.”
I almost rolled my eyes: “Are you saying I’m now cunning?”
He laughed unexpectedly: “Isn’t that true?”
I thought for a moment and also laughed: “Yes.”
This was inevitable after being trapped by too many missions, having seen the world’s ways and millions of people for thousands of years. Unable to remain unchanged, I asked with interest, “What kind of god was I before?”
Mu Chuan paused, answering, “Medicine Immortal.”
I understood: “No wonder. Medicine Immortals only deal with flowers and plants, meeting few people, naturally untouched by worldly hearts, so being naive isn’t strange.” I silently thought, no wonder I was seduced by you. Even if a peerless beauty were placed before me now, I’d probably just glance twice without being moved.
I’d heard that Medicine Immortals occasionally went to the Three Realms to gather herbs, so their cultivation must be extremely high. It seems I was once a powerful immortal too. Unlike now, though my cultivation is better than average immortals, I’m still no match for Mu Chuan.
My hand stopped while eating noodles. If he truly saw me as an immortal novice back then, he must have been immeasurably powerful.
I swallowed and stared at him, asking, “If… your eyes heal, would you start a war with the Divine Realm again?”
Mu Chuan didn’t hesitate: “I don’t know.”
