Maybe it was time to move the "dying and turning into a beautiful girl" project up on his to-do list, Le Yuxin thought.
He handled the underhanded dealings of the Silver Blood gatherings with ease, joked with the unmatched Lan Yan, had witnessed the dying confessions of Yin Yinyin, listened to Qin Leyin's gentle comfort, and now was even about to join a sword-hunting competition, going toe-to-toe with all the greatest heroes in the land.
He hadn't even been transmigrated for a year, but Le Yu had already grown a lot. He could hear the subtle sparring in conversations, see the exchanges of power beneath the surface, and feel the undercurrents of chaos in the times—he had learned how to survive in this world.
But he still totally couldn't figure out what women were thinking.
