"You don't want it? Why? This is a heaven-sent opportunity to become a Mystic."
Zheng Xiu coaxed.
Qing Shisan chuckled, his demeanor light and breezy. "Lord, please don't mess with me. You know full well what I'm like. Years ago, I grew tired of all the fighting and killing. It's one thing to go out and help you with a few things, have a little fun on the side, but to actually become a full-fledged Mystic… Tsk, tsk. I'd rather not. If I really had that kind of ambition, I wouldn't have chosen to be 'Wandering' in the first place."
"Besides,"
Qing Shisan's tone shifted. He pushed the window open a crack, tapped out his ash, and sighed in resignation. "As for the 'Wandering' Path… I've gone a bit astray."
Zheng Xiu's expression turned serious. "Astray?"
"Yeah," Qing Shisan grinned, revealing his yellowed teeth. "I strayed a little, but it might not be all bad."
