Fan Wubing muttered in a low voice, "I always feel like you're trying to train me."
Jiang Sha laughed, "Are you willing to?"
Fan Wubing rolled his eyes, "Who would be willing to?" He stood up, "No more talking, I still have to take An An to the Illusion Immortal Tower."
"Take care of yourself."
"Oh, come on, I've said I'm not going there for pleasure! Don't you know what kind of person I am?"
The evening wind stirred Jiang Sha's long hair, and she said softly, "I don't know."
Fan Wubing paused and, after a moment of silence, said, "I think we're already good partners supporting each other. Maybe I'm a bit shameless, considering you my confidant."
He waved goodbye and turned to leave.
The lanterns swayed gently, casting flickering shadows.
Jiang Sha's face was shrouded in shadows, with faint light flickering in her dark pupils.
"Confidant..."
