"Yiren, it seems that Luo Yuan has an interest in you." Back in the cave dwelling, Chen Mo recalled the look Luo Yuan gave Zuoqiu Yiren in the hall, which was clearly unusual, and as a man, he knew very well what that look meant.
Hearing Chen Mo's words, Zuoqiu Yiren just nodded faintly, not taking it to heart, yet who knows what she was really thinking as she casually remarked, "I'm not young anymore, it's about time I find a Dao companion."
Chen Mo had mentioned it offhandedly, but hearing this, he unexpectedly felt unsettled and asked, "Yiren, could it be that you're interested in him as well?"
Zuoqiu Yiren didn't respond directly and instead summoned the Wine Gourd, took a sip, and said, "If someone wants to be my Dao companion, they at least have to be able to defeat me, otherwise if danger arises, I'd have to protect him..."
"Ah..." Hearing this, Chen Mo felt an indescribable emptiness in his heart, as if she was speaking about him.
