As Lan Shi'er's skirt swept over the threshold, it stirred a gust of wind, and fine cracks spread beneath her feet across the bluestone bricks.
She would never forget the owner of that voice.
It was this man who had taught her so many truths.
It was this man who had saved her from danger time and again.
It was also this man who had helped reshape her talent and change her fate.
When she rushed outside the cultivation ground and saw that weathered, resolute, yet familiar face, there was no excitement in Lan Shi'er's eyes—only anxiety and worry.
She put on an indifferent expression and called out loudly, "I do not need anyone to follow me."
Through private voice transmission, she anxiously cried, "Uncle! What are you doing? Leave this place now!"
The reason she had not brought Jiang Ping An back with her back then was precisely because she feared that others in the Lan Clan Royal Family would make a move against him.
She did not want the Lan Clan Royal Family to know how close she and Jiang Ping An were.
Yet now, this man had publicly declared that he wished to follow her.
Such behavior was no different from leaping into a blazing fire and courting death.
Many people had gathered outside on the street. Hearing the commotion, some peered out through their windows.
Their gazes gathered on Jiang Ping An, their eyes filled with the look one gave a fool.
"This idiot actually dared to publicly announce that he would follow Princess Lan Shi'er. Isn't he seeking death?"
"I'd wager that in less than a month—no, less than ten days—this man will vanish from this world."
"Why?" someone asked in confusion.
"If you don't know, then don't ask. In any case, this man is