Pei Yuhang noticed Qianqian didn't believe him about Fan Xuan still being alive, but he wasn't annoyed.
He knew this was just Lin Qianyan's way of showing she cared. She wasn't about to cast her logic aside and act foolishly just because of something he said.
In fact, this stubbornness revealed the sincerity of her feelings for him.
And so, Pei Yuhang would, in turn, use his own sincerity to earn Qianqian's trust.
Pei Yuhang lowered his gaze, his long, slender fingers gently stroking the rim of his teacup. His voice was low and firm. "Qianqian, I've spent this time reading many ancient texts..."
"The probability is minuscule, but I've discovered that for some people, the Trial of Heart Tribulation can indeed act as a premonition, much like a High Tier Cultivator foreseeing a 'Destined Death.'"
"The fortunes of the Celestial Dao move in mysterious ways. What one sees in dreams is not always nonsense."
Pei Yuhang looked up at Lin Qianyan, his eyes blazing with a searing light.
