Jiang Siming's neither servile nor overbearing manner improved Zhao Ling's impression of him a little more, and made her willing to bring him along to her granny's place to ask for medicine.
Jiang Siming was naturally willing. He had been worrying over wandering around like a headless fly.
As the two walked deeper into the woods, Jiang Siming, an old hand at this sort of thing, knew all too well how to interact with girls.
If he took the initiative to strike up a conversation now, it would instead make the girl wary and disgusted, causing her to think he had ulterior motives.
Since he had already established the character setting of an upright gentleman, Jiang Siming naturally had to keep acting the part to the end.
Wait, what did he mean by acting? He really was one!
Thus, Jiang Siming did not say a single word along the way. He walked properly ahead, without even glancing at Zhao Ling.
This also stirred up a little curiosity and a trace of fondness for him in Zhao Ling.
This mortal really is a rare good man.
Moreover, when she looked at Jiang Siming, she saw that he did not have the slightest trace of true qi throughout his body and was merely an ordinary person.
Yet he possessed an indescribable air, as if it were something he had been born with.
This air made Zhao Ling unable to feel even the slightest disgust toward Jiang Siming. Instead, her fondness for him kept increasing.
Of course, this only meant that he had made a good first impression. It did not mean anything more, much less that Zhao Ling had already fallen for him.
After walking for more than half an hour, Zhao Ling brought Jiang Siming to the entrance of a cave