How Could He Possibly Be a Simple Man

Su Fan took Junior Sister Chen Qing by the hand and led her to a nearby eatery.

Actually, he had done this for the benefit of the people monitoring him, but he had forgotten one thing: Chen Qing had no idea that anyone was watching her.

It was only after they entered the eatery that Su Fan released the girl's hand, finally realizing the problem.

But by then, how could he still care about that?

No matter what, he had to help Junior Sister Chen Qing completely shake off Feng Qingshu's pestering.

That way, Su Fan could also repay the favor he owed his junior sister.

If Junior Sister Chen Qing had not regularly answered his questions, he might still not have even crossed the threshold of the Path of Formations.

Seeing the girl sitting there with her pretty face flushed, her head lowered as she dared not look at him, he had initially wanted to explain, but after thinking about it, decided to let it go.

Let her misunderstand. Once he helped her resolve this trouble, he would tell her the truth.

Shen Fang kept waggling his eyebrows at him from the side, but Su Fan could not be bothered with him.

He had to say, this fellow's heart was truly broad. Even at a time like this, he still had the leisure to think about such nonsense.

At present, Su Fan's thoughts were all on Feng Qingshu. If that fellow continued pestering them without end—

No matter who he was, he had to die.

To cultivators like Su Fan and Chen Qing, who came from a Lesser Plane, high-born disciples like Feng Qingshu regarded them as no different from servants.

It was only because he came from an Immortal Sect and could not act too brazenly. Immortal Sects