"Master, on the day you were injured, were you also severely ill?" Yan Changsheng ultimately couldn't help but ask.
Upon recalling the events of that day, Shen Qinghe smiled silently, "Let's not talk about the past; it's meaningless."
She lifted her foot to leave, but Yan Changsheng blocked her way, "Qinghe, I want to know how you were able to cultivate. Did Mr. Wuya help you?"
He had heard that Mr. Wuya was Qinghe's benefactor.
He also remembered that after he brought Nan Sheng back to the Sky Pole Sect, he was confined in the Nether Pool for a month for having injured his Master; during that time, he had not seen Qinghe.
Latterly, his attention had been focused on Nan Sheng, leaving no spare focus to care for others, and Qinghe was one of those others.
Shen Qinghe looked at the familiar male face before her, somewhat puzzled, "If you know that there's no point in discussing the past, why are you still so persistent about it?"