How Could He Even Speak Like a Normal Person?

Su Fan pushed open the door and saw a young woman standing outside.

The girl's skin was fairer than snow, her features exquisite, and her glossy black hair was styled into a soaring cloud coiffure. One glance was enough to make her unforgettable.

Although she wore a maid's outfit, it could not conceal her breathtaking beauty. Her plain, elegant bearing carried an aloofness that seemed untouched by worldly concerns.

Su Fan secretly rolled his eyes. Even if you're pretending to be a maid, couldn't you at least put some effort into it?

The girl glanced at him calmly, then took a jade bottle from her Storage Ring.

"This is the pill Senior Brother Nanming asked me to deliver..."

Su Fan nodded, took the pill from her, and immediately closed the door.

The girl was left outside the door and instantly became both embarrassed and furious.

"Hmph... country bumpkin..."

She snorted coldly, turned around, and walked away, growing angrier with every step.

A cultivator from a Lesser Plane actually dared to treat her like this. He truly had no idea what he was doing.

Once she reached the outside of the courtyard, the girl took the Communication Formation Disk from her waist and sent a message.

"Third Brother, I've delivered the pill for you..."

This girl was named Ye Ziqin. She was Senior Brother Nanming's younger half-sister, born to a concubine.

"Thanks, sis. What do you think of him..."

In fact, Senior Brother Nanming had sent her over precisely to check on Su Fan's injuries.

"What do you mean, what do I think? A cultivator from some backwater place—one look and you can tell he's never seen the world..."

"Little sis, I'm asking about his injuries..."

Su Fan had shut the door in Ye Ziqin's face the moment he took the