Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Xie Weixing got angry.

I'm not kidding.

"Senior brother..."

Tan Suiting followed behind him and stepped into the disciples' courtyard.

A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, casting dappled shadows. The once tranquil courtyard was now frozen in a silent tension.

Tan Suiting stood tall and straight, his light-colored robes draped gently, his steps slow and slightly flustered.

"Senior brother."

Xie Weixing suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the person behind him.

Gone was his usual carefree and gentle expression; his usually smiling peach blossom eyes were now tinged with a somber hue.

Suppressing his anger, he uttered a cold remark: "You're going to drive your senior brother crazy."

Tan Suiting felt a slight tightness in his chest, and his fingertips unconsciously clenched his sleeves.

He strode forward, gently grasped Xie Weixing's wrist, his palm slightly cool, his strength gentle yet persistent, tinged with a hint of clumsiness: "I didn't, I just didn't want you to worry."

Upon hearing this, Xie Weixing gave a low scoff and tried to pull away from his touch by slightly tightening her wrist, but she ultimately softened her movements and failed to break free.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a throbbing pain in his chest.

"Don't want me to worry?" Xie Weixing raised his eyes, his sharp gaze locking onto Tan Suiting. "So you kept it from me and secretly stayed in Longyuan for four years? Why didn't you tell me? Were you afraid I'd feel indebted to you? After what you did, I can't help but feel indebted to you."

As Nie Zhao just said, Longyuan is extremely dangerous and unpredictable; a slight mistake could lead to the destruction of one's soul and spirit.

After hearing this, he felt a chill run down his spine, and a sense of lingering fear spread through his entire body.

He dared not imagine what would happen if Tan Suiting made the slightest mistake at the bottom of the abyss and was trapped in a desperate situation with no one to rescue him.

But this person, afterward, didn't mention it at all, and even tried to deceive him?

Tan Suiting's fingertips stiffened slightly: "Only Longyuan can help me break through quickly, Senior Brother. I just want to enter Wanjian Mountain. I just want to see you."

"Senior sister said that the Dragon Clan Empress tried her best to stop you, but she still couldn't persuade you to go your own way," Xie Weixing said in a low voice, with a cold tone. "I'm right here in the Spring of Spirits. What difference does it make whether you come in or not? It's not worth risking your life for this, and I don't need you to do it."

The path of cultivation requires gradual progress. Taking risks will only deplete Tan Suiting's own essence.

He was born to be a chosen one, so why should he go to Longyuan to force his growth for his own sake?

Tan Suiting's fingers suddenly tightened, gripping Xie Weixing's wrist firmly, his expression hardening slightly.

Senior brother... why would you say that?

Is it wrong for him to just want to see him?

A ripple appeared in Xie Weixing's eyes as she stared intently at him: "Do you know how many cultivators have perished beneath Dragon Abyss? How many exceptionally talented individuals have perished there, leaving not even their remains behind? What makes you so certain you can escape unscathed?"

He knew Tan Suiting was doing this for his own sake, but he didn't want the other party to be so extreme.

The idea of ​​giving one's life for someone sounds pleasing, but upon closer examination, it brings immense pressure.

When he saved the person, he didn't expect Tan Suiting to dedicate his life to it.

He would much rather that the little dragon have its own life and future to pursue, rather than being confined to this small world because of him, because of that damn life-saving grace.

Tan Suiting's thin lips were pressed tightly together, showing stubbornness and a hint of resentment at being hurt by Xie Weixing's words: "I know my limits and I haven't been stubborn. Also, it's my business whether I want to come see you or not, and I don't care whether it means anything to you."

"Sense of propriety?" Xie Weixing seemed to laugh in anger, the frost in his peach blossom eyes deepening. "Your sense of propriety is hiding it from me, taking risks alone, and then casually saying you had sense of propriety afterwards?"

"Do you always think that my thoughts don't matter? Do you think that I don't need to know about all your hardships and dangers?"

Nie Zhao and the others heard this sentence as soon as they entered.

"No." Tan Suiting's voice lacked its usual composure, carrying a hint of youthful stubbornness and panic. "I believe you. I just want to become stronger. I want to protect you."

"No one in this world can protect anyone forever," Xie Weixing interrupted him. "Tan Suiting, I know you are exceptionally talented and have been pampered since childhood, so you are simple-minded. Because I saved you once at Qingmu Mountain, you are willing to give your life for me. But I really don't need it."

The wind rustled in the courtyard, making the branches and leaves whisper, but it couldn't dispel the tense atmosphere between the two.

Tan Suiting's back was slightly stiff.

These words were spoken with extreme coldness, completely unlike what someone who is usually all smiles would say.

Shen Chunri glanced at Yu Xintang beside him in shock. Their eyes met, and the meaning in their eyes was clear and the same.

Is this still Xie Weixing? Why is he so angry?

[Oh, tonic! You two are a match made in heaven. You can't say hurtful things to each other just because you're arguing, okay?]

[You spent four years in Longyuan? I'm shocked! Little Dragon, are you trying to drive your brother crazy?]

[I can strangely relate to Kun'er's feelings this time. It's like receiving a very expensive gift and worrying about not being able to repay it. Xiaolong's feelings for his senior brother are too intense and heavy, which makes Kun Kun feel suffocated.]

"Alright," Nie Zhao said, "Xiao Long just wanted to go to Ten Thousand Swords Mountain to see you. He didn't do anything wrong. He wanted to keep it from you because he was afraid you would be angry. You can scold him a bit and that's it. Why say such hurtful things?"

Xie remained silent.

Even he himself didn't know why he felt so bad. He was shocked that Tan Suiting had gone to Longyuan alone, angry that the other party had deceived him, heartbroken to learn that he did it for him, and had many other inexplicable feelings of unease.

What am I thinking?

Was his relationship with Tan Suiting really just that of fellow disciples?

If the person who concealed this from him today were Yu Xintang or Shen Chunri, would he still be so angry?

He's naturally carefree; can he handle such obsessive and intense feelings? Won't he let her down?

Does Tan Suiting really like me? He's so young, can he really distinguish between love and admiration for his senior brother? Is it really not about repaying the life-saving grace, but just pure liking?

Xie Weixing couldn't understand it, and only felt a headache.

The dragons' hearts are sincere and pure, stubborn and passionate; this clumsiness, however, hurts him.

"Um... there's no need, Xie Kunkun, there's no need," Shen Chunri stepped forward and patted Xie Weixing's back in a conciliatory manner. "Isn't that how they are when they're dragons? Look, I didn't insist on dying with you because I'm a snake. Respecting the culture of our race and protecting young dragons is everyone's responsibility."

Seeing the helplessness in Tan Suiting's eyes, Xie Weixing finally suppressed his complex emotions.

He raised his hand and gently brushed away Tan Suiting's hand that was gripping his wrist. The movement was gentle, yet it carried a sense of distance.

"Xiaolong, think carefully about what I just said," he said. "Many things are meaningless to me. You should live for yourself."