Changqing noticed her amazed gaze and his eyes also shifted to the winding mountain ranges.
"Miss Jiang is steadier than her peers, such expression is rarely seen on the face of a female benefactor like you."
He could tell.
She wasn't admiring the scenery, but the profound changes behind it.
Even he, a cultivator, rarely had such insights, yet she, in the prime of her youth, seemed touched by an ancient sense of transience.
Jiang Li was startled, gathered her thoughts, and smiled.
"Perhaps it's because I've read a lot, and I happen to understand some Mystical Skills, so I know more than my peers."
Changqing nodded, didn't press further, and turned his gaze back to the light snow drifting outside.
After a while, Jiang Li suddenly spoke, "May I ask you a question, young Daoist?"
"Please speak, benefactor."
"You are well-learned in your arts, do you know if someone's Fate suddenly shatters and takes a drastically different extreme, what does that signify?"
