"The sooner I finish what needs to be done, the better," Yue Ran stated plainly, her gaze remained steady. Her tone was pragmatic, and it was clear that her mind was set on addressing whatever awaited her next, no matter the risks involved.
Shu Ye did not say anything, either. He merely took a sip of tea and sighed lightly.
The young man had previously assumed that Yue Ran was simply observing the fire burning from the other side of the river, and at most, she would throw some wood to fuel the flames from time to time. Unexpectedly, she was actually part of the fire.
After Shu Ye left, Yue Ran began to cultivate immortality. There were too many open and hidden lines to be laid out beforehand, and there were also too many people in the opera troupe, so there was not enough time to calm down and practice well.
