Lin Xuan raised his hand. Though the touch had vanished the instant it landed, that astonishing elasticity was still branded deep in his mind.
Needless to say, Lin Xuan naturally knew what he had touched. Though it had been an unintentional mistake, his expression could not help turning a little awkward.
After two hundred years apart, he had never expected them to meet again in such a way.
On the other side.
Qin Yan lightly bit her pearly teeth, her peerlessly beautiful face filled with shame and anger.
She was certainly grateful for the other party's life-saving grace, but he had been far too reckless.
Who knew whether it had been intentional or not? But no matter what, how could a maiden's body be so casually touched?
Yet the other party had, after all, saved her. If she turned against him, would that not be repaying kindness with enmity?
Fairy in the Clouds was clever and quick-witted, but at this moment, she was also somewhat dazed. After all, she had never experienced such a thing before.
Lin Xuan sighed. They could not stay deadlocked like this forever, so he slowly turned around.
"Senior Sister Qin."
"It's you!"
After seeing Lin Xuan's face clearly, Qin Yan covered her mouth with her hand and cried out softly, the expression on her face even more wonderfully complex.
Shock, bewilderment, disbelief, joy—yet faintly mingled with a bit of confusion.
However, that angry look had faded, while the rosy clouds on her face grew even deeper.
A Nascent Soul Middle Stage immortal cultivator!
Qin Yan released her divine sense and sized Lin Xuan up from head to toe several times.
Still somewhat unable to believe it, she said, "You... you really are Junior Brother Lin?"
"Who else could I be?"
Lin Xuan said with