Jiangli and Fu Shiyan's conversation came to a halt at dusk. At this moment, she took out some paper and pen, and was drawing talismans.
Upon hearing Fu'er's words, Jiangli didn't even lift her head, her strokes like a divine intervention, "Isn't it normal for something to happen?"
Fu'er's eyes widened, almost popping out, "What... do you mean? Ancestor, did you foresee Xia Xin would run into trouble this time?"
Jiangli casually hummed in agreement.
Fu'er immediately became anxious, "You knew and still let him go out there? It's too dangerous!"
Upon hearing this, Jiangli finally stopped writing, glanced at him and said, "Such things, he has to face them himself. Experiencing more will lead to his growth. You and I can't protect him for a lifetime. These little troubles, let him handle them himself. Suffering a bit is not a bad thing for him."
Fu'er was genuinely worried about that dummy Xia Xin running into trouble.
