Luo Xiaobing, with her intelligence like ice and snow, naturally understood the meaning behind Tangyu's words.
If it were truly about gratitude, she could think of no better way to repay him than to offer herself. If—Tangyu really needed it, she wouldn't mind considering it.
After all, this kind of favor was as vast as the heavens. Besides, she had no issues with Tangyu. Although cultivators don't easily choose a Dao companion, as investing too much emotion in such matters can greatly affect cultivation, she was still a woman. She had to marry sooner or later.
Seeing Luo Xiaobing's somewhat serious expression, Tangyu awkwardly laughed, saying, "Ahem, I was just joking with you. I'm not so despicable and shameless."
Hearing Tangyu's words, Luo Xiaobing secretly sighed in relief, yet felt strangely unsettled inside. Was it a sense of loss? It seemed indescribable.
