These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

So I thought about getting closer and felt that maintaining the atmosphere at a romantic and tender level would be enough.

However, perhaps he underestimated his own instincts, or perhaps he underestimated the attraction these women held for him, and things often changed, starting to go in a direction he hadn't initially imagined.

Then the atmosphere became ambiguous and started to get increasingly out of control, to the point that Wei Tu started to doubt his life after doing something that was hard to undo.

Huh? Is that really me?

Perhaps men always have similar thoughts after such things; this period of clarity always exists.

"Hmm... I need to control myself next time."

"What nonsense are you muttering about!"

The boy on the balcony of the pavilion looked into the distance and talked to himself. In fact, there was nothing in the distance, only the lush green mountains and forests and the clouds that seemed distant and untouchable.

But then came the woman's not-so-gentle voice from behind.

In fact, Ran Xinxue's voice is very charming, but when she talks to Wei Tu, she always deliberately speaks in a way that makes people involuntarily dislike her.

Her voice remained the same, but the words she spoke were so unpleasant that they made people overlook her charming voice.

Wei Tu didn't intend to change the woman's way of speaking. In other words, how she wanted to live was entirely her own business. All Wei Tu could do was keep everything within a certain range in his own way, and as long as she didn't do anything too reckless, that was enough.

Ran Xinxue stood behind Wei Tu, her cheeks fair and seemingly damp, clearly indicating that she had washed up.

Wei Tu didn't turn around, but suppressed his thoughts and spoke calmly.

"I don't remember."

"Heh, I don't remember. He really is a brainless man. His mind is full of dirty and filthy things."

Ran Xinxue said sarcastically, her expression seemingly returning to its coldness, as she walked over.

The small balcony of the pavilion was Ran Xinxue's favorite spot in the pavilion, perhaps because she shared the same hobby as this man.

Just sit here, feel the cold wind blowing, and then clear your mind, looking into the distance and not thinking about anything.

It's not that I'm hoping for any enlightenment, it's just that people seem to need this state, as if only then can they truly feel that their soul is floating in this chaotic world, and even after suddenly waking up, they won't remember what they were thinking.

When Ran Xinxue sat down next to Wei Tu, the two were about a body length apart.

The boy smiled. "Yes, you were all I could think about just now, Sect Master."

Ran Xinxue didn't blush at his words, but she felt humiliated. In any case, she couldn't beat him and was going to be bullied.

Ran Xinxue simply started talking, at least she could vent her anger.

"Hehe, don't treat me like one of those confidantes you manipulate. No matter how many sweet words you say, I will never forgive you."

Wei Tu said, puzzled, "Why do I need you to forgive me? Anyway, what can you do to me? If you want to hold a grudge, then hold a grudge."

Ran Xinxue slightly raised her face, her expression growing increasingly cold.

"Of course I will hold a grudge against you... Anyway, we are both heartless people."

Wei Tu laughed and leaned back in his chair.

"Conscience is a very strange thing. Unscrupulous people always feel that conscience is a burden, something that shouldn't exist. But often, when they have everything, or are about to lose everything, they feel that conscience is incredibly wonderful and want to have it. Sect Master, do you really think you are that kind of person?"

Ran Xinxue frowned, clearly recalling some unpleasant memories.

However, I've gotten quite used to it. People always rely on memories to get through the day. It's not that there's no tomorrow, but that you only know what you really want when you have memories.

Whether it's beautiful or painful.

"Of course, I have resorted to any means necessary, but I have also had my conscience. What does it matter? Anyway, I've already come this far, and as long as I'm not dead, I have to keep going."

"That's a good way to think. Although I've always felt that you're like me, someone who's neither too good nor too bad."

Wei Tu placed his hands on his waist, calmly folding them together.

The question of what kind of person you are is too profound. Many people spend their entire lives trying to figure it out, or they spend their entire lives searching for it.

To succumb to pleasure, or to sacrifice oneself in pain.

Ran Xinxue couldn't help but glance at Wei Tu; this was the strangest moment for the young man.

His young face was turned toward the vast sky.

His lips seemed to always be smiling and gentle, but his eyes always gave the impression that he was nearing the end of his life, revealing an undeniable air of age.

He seemed on the verge of losing hope in the world, and despite being so young, he appeared so old in quiet moments.

The image seemed to be ripped apart from his body, creating a sense of severe timeline division that made it hard not to look at him more.

People want to see through the unknown and will also develop a greater curiosity about the profound.

Ran Xinxue turned her head away, just as her gaze was about to spiral out of control.

What exactly have you been through?

She asked softly.

The question was so light it didn't seem like it was directed at Ran Xinxue, nor did it seem like it was directed at Wei Tu; it seemed more like it was directed at herself.

Wei Tu stopped smiling, shook her head, and leaned back in her chair.

That absent-minded look made him appear even more cynical and carefree.

It seemed that this was more in line with his youthful appearance.

"You don't want to know those things, and you don't need to know them."

"Do you think I care to know?"

"Hehe, how would I know what you're thinking, Sect Master? But I haven't even told Su Mi about these things, do you think I would tell you?"

Su Mi was mentioned.

Ran Xinxue narrowed her eyes, her mood instantly souring.

It was as if the boy was constantly reminding himself that no matter how out of control the two of them became, in his heart the girl would always be the most important person, no one could replace her, and no one could make him devote more effort and love to her.

Ha ha.

She doesn't want this man's love.

If you feel like you've never experienced love, then you don't need it.

Yes, not necessary...

If you crave something so much because you lack it... once you taste a little bit of its sweetness, you'll become a weak person. Rather than that, Ran Xinxue would rather not have it at all.

I hope the wind stays this cold, and I hope this world stays this cruel.

She doesn't want the world to become a better place, she doesn't want eternal peace, and she doesn't want there to be no more conspiracies and intrigues.

Only in this way could she continue to believe in herself and continue to live a cold and hard life.

And even if I die, I won't feel any regret.

"Oh. Who you tell is none of my business, and I really have no interest in it. I was just asking casually during a chat, it was just a polite remark."

Wei Tu nodded, seemingly oblivious to the change in the other person's tone.

"Sect Master, you don't need to be so polite to me. It's just like being on the sword-training ground. I'm actually a little scared."

Ran Xinxue said dismissively.

"It's no use saying all this now. It would be a miracle if you were frightened by me..."

After saying that, Ran Xinxue suddenly seemed to remember something, and her smile became even more contemptuous.

"Oh, now I understand why you refuse to remove me from my position and replace me with someone more suitable."

"why?"

Wei Tu looked at Ran Xinxue strangely, wondering what bizarre theories this woman had come up with to satisfy her fantasies of hatred towards him.

Ran Xinxue said with great certainty.

"Isn't it just that you're excited because I'm a sect leader, that you can play with me however you want? You think to yourself: 'Isn't it even more enjoyable to be the sect leader, a high and mighty woman, whom you can play with however you want?'"

Ran Xinxue never shied away from such somewhat vulgar language.

However, his feelings towards Wei Tu would not change at all. After all, he could tolerate a woman like Xi Yue, so why would he care too much about saving face?

"It's alright, but it would be even better if you were some kind of Celestial Emperor."

Wei Tu said casually.

He certainly wouldn't admit that there were indeed some factors involved, but... only one or two percent... two or three percent? Four or five percent?

Ran Xinxue scoffed.

"With your limp appearance, you still want to play with the Immortal Emperor? You're lucky to have an Empress, you're always dreaming of the future... Oh, right, there's also that little girl from the Extreme Sun Heavenly Palace. That girl is quite unlucky, she ran into a big liar like you when she first started out. Now she's on a pirate ship and there's no escaping her."

Wei Tu knew that Ran Xinxue was referring to Luo Beihuang.

Of course, she wouldn't know about the deeper bond between Luo Beihuang and herself.

However, he obviously wouldn't tell Ran Xinxue these things. He just nodded and slowly stood up.

"Oh dear, a ship carrying too many people will sink..."

Ran Xinxue looked up at him, sneering, "Do you still intend to reform yourself?"

Wei Tu thought for a moment.

"I'm definitely planning to expand the ship and make it more sturdy. What are you thinking? Do you expect me to support someone else's wife?"

"Get the hell out of here! I never want to see you here again!"

Ran Xinxue cursed loudly and shouted to chase people away.

Wei Tu stretched comfortably and then sat down on the balcony railing.

"Let's go, remember to eat more. You seem to have lost weight these past few days."

Ran Xinxue was stunned.

This bastard actually cares about people? But why would he suddenly care about me?

That's clearly unreasonable.

Then I saw Wei Tu shake his head regretfully.

"It doesn't feel right to the touch."