Xue Fuxiao chuckled lightly and said, "For a long time before, I was silent and dull, doing things like a puppet... At that time, Sansan didn't want to bother with me, treating me like a piece of wood placed in a corner every day."
"If there was something to be done, they would just have me do it, and after it was done, I would numbly return, still silent. Later, I suddenly had an epiphany, thinking I had found a way out, only to discover I had taken the wrong path. It turned out that cutting off emotions and breaking ties was not numbness, and entering a realm beyond the saber wasn't about becoming a puppet. So I started researching and cultivating again... until now, I'm about to find my way out."
"So, in the earliest times, Sansan hung out with another group of people. Even though I was older than all of them, I was just a follower at the time."
Xue Fuxiao's eyes were filled with distant memories, and he sighed softly, "... Those people were really great."
