Setting Up a Spatial Tunnel

Zi Yan clearly did not understand this sort of thing.

For a moment, she did not feel embarrassed either.

Only when Lu Yuan spoke did she reluctantly let go.

Of course, Lu Yuan understood Zi Yan's desire for closeness. If anyone had known nothing of their parents since birth, had no good friends for so many years, not even a single relative, and the only person they could talk to was Su Qian, the first elder of the Inner Academy—a man who could be called the busiest person in all of Jia Nan Academy—they would practically be more alone than an orphan. They probably would not have behaved much better than Zi Yan.

She had finally encountered one of her own kind who was related to her by blood.

It was only natural for her to feel close to him.

Besides, he had not come with malicious intentions.

For example, some of the elders on Dragon Island wanted Zi Yan to return only so they could better control power. Their little scheme was nothing more than holding the emperor hostage to command the feudal lords.

The six senses of the strong were keen and clear.

At times, intuition could most directly distinguish whether someone harbored good or evil intentions.

Of course, this did not mean one could determine whether someone was a good person based on intuition alone. The definition of a good person was complicated. Just as Lu Yuan was a good person in Zi Yan's eyes but a villain in the eyes of the Hong Clan in the Central Plains, distinguishing good from evil here only meant determining whether someone's attitude toward you was kind or malicious. It could not determine whether that person was ultimately good or bad.

Therefore, comparatively speaking,

it was perfectly normal for Zi