"So cute…" Lin Fan murmured under his breath, trailing a few paces behind Yue Yu like a hopeless moth drawn to a flame.
His eyes never left her—mesmerized by the gentle sway of her hair, the light bounce in her step, the faint, flowery scent that lingered in her wake.
Whatever destination she had in mind didn't concern him in the slightest.
Lin Fan hadn't even bothered to ask.
Right now, he was content just watching her.
Drinking in the view.
'Boy, enough!' the old man begged:
'You've wasted enough time following that girl around like a lovesick puppy! You need to focus! We must get a rare monster core before the other disciples snatch them all up!'
But Lin Fan only hissed softly under his breath, keeping his voice low so Yue Yu wouldn't hear.
"Shut up, old man. I'll have plenty of time to defeat whatever monster you throw me at." His tone was casual, dismissive—even arrogant.
In Lin Fan's mind, the world didn't move unless he moved it.
So what if he was a little late?
