"...I regret it..."
When Yin Weiyin's words fell with the flickering candlelight, Chen Yi's heart grew uneasy and conflicted.
After a brief pause, he said indifferently, "You regret it?"
Yin Weiyin nodded gently and made a soft "Hm."
Chen Yi chuckled noncommittally.
She raised her gaze slightly, waiting for Chen Yi's response.
Chen Yi knew that if he uttered the words agreeing to help her achieve immortality, she would leap toward him in excitement, leaning against his chest, tears streaming from gratitude. For some time, she would be extraordinarily obedient, impassionedly accommodating him.
"At least you know how to regret." Chen Yi spoke.
His tone seemed to budge slightly.
Yin Weiyin's heart tightened, her lips trembled faintly, as if silently asking whether she could ascend to immortality, whether he could refrain from sapping her Taoist cultivation.
"If you don't regret, then you'll have to continue being my cauldron."
Chen Yi paused, looking at Yin Weiyin and said:
