Xu Chang'an walked into the kitchen and began preparing dinner.
He wasn't the type to belittle himself, but at this moment, he still felt helpless that he couldn't assist Yun Qian.
Just as the Teacher had said, it took him a year and a half to open his source, with a talent even worse than she had imagined.
"Hmm?"
Wait.
Xu Chang'an's hand holding the kitchen knife paused slightly, then he looked towards the direction of the Sword Hall on Muyu Peak.
Teacher?
——
In the room, Yun Qian screwed on the lid of the honey jar, sat in front of the mirror, and looked at her pale face.
If she had known earlier that her inability to cultivate would evoke bad emotions in Xu Chang'an, then even if she had to clear the Spiritual Qi from their daughter's future residence, she would do it.
Thinking carefully, her cultivation was actually a trivial matter, and her panic had nothing to do with cultivation—it was purely because of Xu Chang'an's loss of composure.
