Song Xiwei shrank her neck uncomfortably from the coldness he exuded. "Hiss! No talking while eating or sleeping. I'll shut up and eat first."

Aoqian didn't pick up his chopsticks again, but glared at Song Xiwei, "I said, my affairs are none of your business!"

Song Xiwei put down her chopsticks and seriously discussed with him, "How about this, when you return home safely, when those who want to harm you can no longer harm you, when everything is calm, I promise I will no longer concern myself with your affairs and will go back to my deep mountains and forests! I will never bother you again!"

Aoqian's breathing suddenly became rapid. He raised his hand and overturned the table, scattering food and dishes all over the floor. Xiao Zhuang's worried knocking came from outside the door.

Song Xi took a few steps back with a hint of regret, "Young Master, why are you doing this?"

Ao Qian raised his foot and crushed the shards beneath his feet, his eyes filled with even more malice. "I am just that ungrateful. I am now someone who cannot stand in the light of day, and I have no need for anyone's sympathy! If you insist on staying, then we will perish together!"

Song Xiwei had a slight headache.

Thinking of the catastrophe predicted by our master...

Thinking of the purpose of his visit, and seeing that the man in front of him was not eating or drinking anything!

The exhaustion of the past few days instantly overwhelmed me.

She sighed, turned around, pushed open the door, and walked out.

When Xiao Zhuang saw that Song Xiwei had finally opened the door, he rushed forward to ask her what was going on, but Song Xiwei pulled him outside.

The night wind made Song Xiwei's head ache even more.

"Tell me, what's that kid's head made of! How can he be so stubborn? He insists on going down this dark path and won't accept my help! Is this kind of 'darkening' really in his bones? Is it something he can't change? If so, why did Grandmaster entrust me with this task in the first place..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhuang shook his head, seemingly understanding but not quite. "How would I know? But, Sister Wei, that young master seems difficult to get along with. The task that Master gave you this time is too arduous. Why don't we just forget about it and go back first?"

...

Aoqian stared at the mess on the ground, remaining motionless for a long time.

His face regained its aloof and cold expression. He stepped to the door, reached out to push it open, and was about to step out when he bumped into Song Xiwei.

"Hey, it's so late, is Young Master still going out?" Song Xiwei greeted him with a smile, as if the previous unpleasantness had never happened.

Aoqian remained expressionless, completely ignoring her, and walked past her to leave.

Song Xiwei followed closely behind, walking side by side, their steps remarkably synchronized.

"Song Xiwei!! That's enough!" Ao Qian glared at her through gritted teeth. "Don't push me!"

Song Xiwei wasn't annoyed at all by Aoqian's shout. Instead, she took something out of her sleeve and waved it in front of Aoqian. "Young Master, calm down. Look, what a good thing this is!"

Aoqian initially intended to ignore her, but his expression froze when he saw the object in her hand.

Aoqian's voice trembled with disbelief: "This is my mother's soul pearl, why is it in your hands?"

Song Xiwei coughed lightly and explained to Aoqian with feigned composure, "Your mother once studied under my master, but she fell in love with your father and never returned to the sect. This soul bead is a token that our master personally reinforces with magical power on the day each disciple is born. I'm sure you saw it on your mother, young master!"

Aoqian took the soul pearl, his eyes reddening, his voice hoarse, "Mother..."

“Your mother’s soul pearl returned to the sect on its own after your mother’s accident. The grandmaster used his magic to understand your mother’s last wish and knew that your mother’s only worry was you, so he sent me to help you. Young Master, your mother is my martial aunt, we are fellow disciples, and I am helping you sincerely.” Song Xiwei patted Aoqian’s shoulder reassuringly.