No woman would dislike being complimented and Qing Luo Yan was no exception as well. Especially when those words had come out from Qing Yu’s mouth, that had sounded much more convincing.
Because she had known right from the start, that this young lady here was not the same as all the others, who always tried to fawn and flatter her with sweet honeyed words.
Although the young lady had come up here from the lower realms, she did not feel the slightest bit of lowly pettiness from her, but found that the young lady exuded an unusual kind of elegance and nobility. And very strangely, the words the young lady spoke, actually stayed in her mind, regardless whether the words were pleasing or grated on her ears.
Although, she had found that the words that came out from her mouth were usually useful most of the time as well.
Thinking about that, Qing Luo Yan could not but open her mouth to say: “Yu Qing, in your opinion, can this insomnia that I am suffering from be cured completely?”
Anyone who have tasted standing at the pinnacle of power and authourity before would value it greatly, leading them to become more fearful of death than others, where the smallest affliction on their bodily health would get them overly tensed up and their fears magnified several times over.
Qing Luo Yan was the same, or at least, she would most probably live a longer life than her godly father.
Once she goes into the Mind Free Peak, she will then gain higher and more unfathomable power, and attain immortality. She will come to stand at the highest pinnacle of power in Cloud Heaven, with everyone submitting themselves at her feet, and everything that she wants, regardless of people or object, would all come to belong to her.
And anyone who went against her, would meet with just one fate, which would be death in endless fear and terror.
Greed and ambition showed undisguised on Qing Luo Yan’s face and upon seeing that, the edges of Qing Yu’s lips curled up slightly, an indistinguishable and fleeting glint flashing in her eyes.
She opened her mouth to reply in a soft voice: “This is a psychological affliction that is affecting the Temple Lord and it is not something that can be cured in such a short period of time. Unless…..”
“Unless what?” Qing Luo Yan quickly asked.
“Treatment for psychological afflictions needs one to work on their mind. Unless the Temple Lord is able to locate the root of your recurring nightmares, and turn the endings of those nightmares into good endings, maybe your insomnia can be cured without the need for any medicine.”
When Qing Luo Yan heard that, the expression on her face froze, and the corners of her mouth turned up into a mocking and ironical smile.
Good endings?
Ha! What a joke!
Her godly father has been dead for hundreds of years and his body would probably have already disintegrated into ash.
