In Bai Xue's eyes, Wang Ling had always been weird and incomprehensible. Carrying with him a killing intent of a maniac when facing against his enemies and the kindness that could make those pagans view him as some kind of diving being when it comes towards his family and companions.
But the latest thing she noticed about Wang Ling was concerning his relationship to his Master. He would speak to himself like he could see him and he would constantly show a saddened look on his face as he spoke. Even for Bai Xue, it was hard to watch Wang Ling acting in such a way.
However, she could not understand him for Wang Ling had no intention of relaying the information and emotion he kept buried deep within his heart. She was curious, yes, but Bai Xue felt even if she asked, Wang Ling, will only smile at her without saying anything.