Fairy Ouyang had skin as white as snow, hair like a waterfall, and eyebrows like painted strokes.
Dressed in a red fairy skirt of diaphanous silk, she drifted down like an ethereal crane right in front of Chen Yi.
Her snowy face was tinged with urgency, and her star-clear eyes carried a trace of entreaty.
Clearly, she regarded Chen Yi's presence as her salvation.
"First of all, I am not your Sister Shui, Fairy, you have the wrong person.
I am just an ordinary follower beside Fairy Ling'er—just call me Little Chen.
Besides, with a person of Fairy Ouyang's caliber facing difficulties, how could a lowly cultivator like me, just entering the Foundation Establishment Stage, possibly help?"
No matter what, Chen Yi could never admit to being Shui Bingyue.
In truth, he had some inkling of what Fairy Ouyang wanted, and roughly guessed it might benefit him.
Yet compared to these benefits, the massive trouble brought by entangling himself in karma with someone of Fairy Ouyang's status was something Chen Yi wished to avoid.
Therefore, he wanted nothing to do with it.
Chapter 115