Qin Liuxi once again came to Yu Changkong's side, where she laid out several books of Qimen Dunjia and Taoist scriptures.
"Is Mr. Changkong still interested in Qimen Dunjia?" Qin Liuxi put down her medicine box and asked with a smile.
Yu Changkong gave a respectful bow towards her and said, "I learned a bit about Qimen Dunjia when I was a child. Now I'm just picking it up again to kill time, listening to Sifang recite it."
"It's alright, in a few days you'll be able to read and interpret it by yourself," Qin Liuxi said nonchalantly.
These words, however, made Yu Changkong's heart skip a beat.
Sifang said, "It's all thanks to Master Buqiu, otherwise the young master would not have thought of listening to Sifang read."
In the past years, the young master was like stagnant water, uninterested in everything, and even playing the qin made others feel distressingly lonely.
"Stop chattering," Yu Changkong chided lightly.
Sifang stuck out his tongue.
