Revelation of the Way of Heaven

"You don't need to apologize to me." Han Kexin looked at him coldly. "You are the Blood Witch King. You can do whatever you want. You don't need to apologize to anyone, nor should you apologize to anyone, because the Blood Witch King is never wrong."

Qin Xiaochuan felt that she was just saying it out of anger, but her serious expression didn't quite seem like it. He didn't understand why her attitude had suddenly changed so drastically. Before this, she had never really treated him like a king.

He was somewhat apprehensive, feeling that this matter was too strange, so he said timidly, "But I am not yet a true Blood Witch King, I am not even a Blood Witch."

"No, you are already the Blood Witch King. You have been the Blood Witch King since the moment you were born, because the soul within your body is the soul of the Blood Witch King. You are right, no one can force you to do anything, not even me, because you are our king."

Under normal circumstances, he would definitely think that Han Kexin was deliberately saying these things to mock him, but he knew that she wasn't.

She stood on the high stairs, looking down at him from a superior position, yet without any oppressive aura. Her dark eyes looked at him coldly and indifferently, devoid of any emotion—neither anger nor sarcasm, nor joy.

She just looked at him calmly, and the feeling was as if she had suddenly become a robot without any emotions, with only absolute loyalty remaining.

Yes, it is absolute loyalty. At this moment, in her eyes, Qin Xiaochuan is her king, and she can unconditionally accept any order from her king.

But this was not what he wanted. He suddenly felt even more terrified. This was not the Han Kexin he knew at all. The Han Kexin he knew was aloof, but she had her own emotions. She could be impatient, angry, or happy (though it was rare). But the person in front of him had only endless indifference in her eyes.

"No, this can't be." Qin Xiaochuan felt as if he had unknowingly lost someone very important, and he had to find her again.

"No," he said decisively. "Whether I am the Blood Witch King or not, I must apologize to you. Moreover, I feel that our relationship is not just that of a king and his subordinate, so I must say sorry to you and hope to receive your forgiveness."

After hearing what he said, Han Kexin did not speak, but looked at him calmly. However, the indifference in her eyes was gradually fading.

After a long while, Qin Xiaochuan heard her say calmly, "It seems my previous thoughts were correct. You are indeed not quite suitable to be the Blood Witch King."

"So, do you accept my apology?" he asked hastily. He didn't care whether he was suitable to be the Blood Witch King or not; he needed to strike while the iron was hot in his apology.

"Do as you please, it's the Blood Witch King's right anyway." Han Kexin casually said this and turned to walk upstairs to her bedroom, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.

"What do you mean by 'whatever you want'?" he thought speechlessly. "She's clearly not angry with me anymore, yet she's acting so reserved. What a proud and arrogant woman."

As soon as Han Kexin went upstairs, he was the only one left in the living room. Just as he was about to sit on the sofa to meditate, Zhou Bin suddenly opened his bedroom door and came out.

Zhou Bin glanced at him first, and although he didn't say anything (he never liked to talk), Qin Xiaochuan could sense that the other party had something to say to him.

Sure enough, after a brief hesitation, the other person began to walk towards him.

"This is really strange." He thought to himself. He and Zhou Bin had known each other for so long but had hardly spoken a word to each other. Today, the other party actually took the initiative to talk to him. Could it be that the sun rose in the west?

"You're still awake?" Since there were only two of them, it would be too awkward if they didn't say something. Of course, he couldn't expect Zhou Bin to speak first, so he had to greet him first.

Zhou Bin simply nodded without saying a word, then walked into the hall and sat down on another sofa.

Silence followed.

"Uh, what's going on? If he has something to say to me, why is he keeping silent? Does he want me to speak first? What kind of nonsense is this? It's not like I have something to say to him." Qin Xiaochuan thought to himself.

The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward, at least that's how he felt. But when he looked up at Zhou Bin, the other man was leaning forward, his right elbow supporting his thigh, his hand loosely clenched and gently resting under his chin, his brows slightly furrowed, and his eyes focused together. He was actually deep in thought.

"Holy crap, what the hell? He came all this way just to sit here and ponder, but even if he's pondering, there's no need to strike such a cool pose. Did he even consider how I, as an observer, feel? Doesn't he know what embarrassment is?" Qin Xiaochuan kept complaining in his mind, because only by doing this could he stay in this situation.

It was probably the eternal loneliness that had made Zhou Bin accustomed to this quiet, but for Qin Xiaochuan, it was something he couldn't stand. He secretly glanced at the other man, who remained lost in thought and showed no sign of speaking. In the end, he decided to break the silence himself.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked tentatively.

"Hmm, hmm." The other person finally spoke two words and nodded seriously, then continued to ponder.

Qin Xiaochuan felt like he was about to vomit blood. He couldn't understand the man in front of him at all. He even suspected that the other party was deliberately putting psychological pressure on him, otherwise why would he do such a thing?

"Pervert." He muttered to himself in annoyance, wondering if all the people in the Blood Witch Clan were this strange.

Just when he was feeling incredibly frustrated, he finally saw Zhou Bin raise his head.

He looked at Qin Xiaochuan with a serious expression, then his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't. He opened his mouth again and finally uttered a sound: "Your Majesty."

Qin Xiaochuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and stared at the other person with wide eyes, hardly believing his ears.

"What did he call me?"

"king?"

"I must have misheard."

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He swallowed hard, finally bringing his thoughts, which had almost been scared away, back to his senses. After going through them ninety-nine eighty-one times in his head, he finally came to his senses completely.

"What did you just call me?" He felt like he couldn't even speak properly.

"Wang." Zhou Bin uttered the word decisively and clearly this time, with a serious expression on his face.

Qin Xiaochuan felt his eyelids twitching incessantly. He couldn't understand how anyone in this day and age would still use such a term, especially referring to himself. Did the other person even consider his own feelings? It was so embarrassing for him.

"Uh, I think you'd better not call me that," he quickly said to Zhou Bin. The latter just looked at him with a hesitant expression.

"Just call me by my name, or 'Xiao Chuan.' I'm not even a Blood Witch now, so I'm not your king at all," he had no choice but to continue explaining.

"That's not appropriate," Zhou Bin said, shaking his head.

"What's inappropriate about it? If you call me that, it'll be easy for us to give ourselves away, so for safety's sake, you should just call me Xiao Chuan," Qin Xiao Chuan said speechlessly.

"Alright then." After a moment's hesitation, the other person finally agreed. "Xiao Chuan, what I really wanted to ask you is, what do you think of Ke Xin?"

Qin Xiaochuan was surprised that the other party would ask such a question. He was unsure whether Han Kexin had asked it or Zhou Bin had asked it himself. Regardless of who asked, he felt it was better to be cautious. He had finally managed to get Han Kexin to forgive him, and he couldn't afford to offend her again with just one sentence.

"She's a good person. She's responsible, and although she seems cold, she's reliable and trustworthy." Qin Xiaochuan summarized succinctly. Although he was deliberately saying nice things, it was the truth.

After he finished speaking, Zhou Bin stared at him for a long while (the latter was so embarrassed that he was sweating profusely), as if to confirm the truth of his words, before nodding and saying, "It's great that you think that way. Actually, what I wanted to tell you is that no matter what she did, it was all for your own good, so you can trust her unconditionally."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards his room.

Uh, Qin Xiaochuan stared speechlessly at the other person's back. After all that fuss, he just wanted to say this one sentence to him?

Feeling incredibly embarrassed, he collapsed onto the soft sofa and let out a long sigh.