Chapter 2855 — Familiar Words 2
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"Eh? You were an assassin too?" Yang Qiqi was taken aback.
"Every cultivator is, in fact, an assassin. In the world of cultivation, today's friend may be tomorrow's enemy. If you don't have keen instincts, you likely won't even know how you died!" Wei Zhao said this, then laughed. "Just like how sometimes you kindly save someone, and then that person turns around and wants to kill you."
"You... Wei Zhao, you're bringing that up again—I already said I won't kill you!" Yang Qiqi's face flushed red with embarrassment.
"I was just giving an example. I wasn't talking about you!" Wei Zhao said innocently.
"Well, I didn't say anything either," Yang Qiqi denied.
"Heh." Wei Zhao laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Yang Qiqi asked.
"Nothing. You just remind me of a friend I once had." Wei Zhao was in fact telling the truth. In that moment just now, he'd had the illusion that Yang Qiqi was his childhood playmate Yang Xiaoxiao—though it was only a fleeting intuition.
After all, so many years had passed that Wei Zhao no longer remembered what Yang Xiaoxiao looked like, and the Yang Xiaoxiao of this moment was probably training hard, preparing to inherit her father's former title as King of Assassins! She could not possibly risk her life stepping into the world of cultivation to join some trial.
Although both shared the surname Yang, many disciples of this generation were orphans who, upon completing their training, took their master's surname—Yang. So it was hardly surprising.
"Your excuse for striking up a conversation is truly clumsy," Yang Qiqi shot Wei Zhao a look and said listlessly.
"How is this striking up a conversation? I've known you all along, haven't I?" Wei Zhao was somewhat speechless. "What I said is the truth. Don't tell me you think I'm trying to court you?"
"That's hard to say. There are only the two of us left here. If we really can't get out, who else would you chase but me? There aren't even spirit beasts here!" Yang Qiqi was actually joking too—after all, it was far too boring here, and she had already accepted Wei Zhao in her heart, so her former hostility toward him was gone as well.
"Heh. If we really can't get out, I'll consider it," Wei Zhao said.
"No way. I already have a prince charming in my heart. I'd rather die than submit," Yang Qiqi said.
"Then haven't you heard of forcing the issue?" Wei Zhao asked.
"If you're not afraid I'll sneak up and kill you, then do as you please," Yang Qiqi said.
"Heh..." Wei Zhao chuckled, glanced at the sky—it was already night—and said: "Let's rest. It's time for me to cultivate."
"Mm..." Yang Qiqi was not coy either; she simply lay down on the ground, ready to sleep. She was not on guard against Wei Zhao. With his strength, if he truly wanted to do something to her, there would be no stopping him—just as Wei Zhao had said, he could force the issue.
Fifteen days—truly the optimal time to leave the trial. This was the dividing line!