After Lin Fan and Han Yan had finished their "sparring," it was already close to noon.
The blazing sun hung high at the apex of the heavens, golden sunlight pouring down like molten glass and glazing the mountains outside the cave mansion in a warm radiance.
A mountain breeze drifted past, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees along with the coolness of a distant stream. Heaven and earth were tranquil and peaceful.
Inside the cave mansion, the two were already fully dressed.
Lin Fan wore a robe of azure, his posture straight as a pine. His features were handsome and profound, his brows carrying the steadiness forged through countless trials.
His eyes shone like stars, yet were deep as an abyss. Though not a trace of aura leaked from him, his entire being resembled a dormant volcano—or a black hole impossible to see through—as if he could erupt at any moment with power enough to destroy heaven and earth.
Han Yan stood at his side, her slender waist supple as a willow. Her plain-colored dress outlined her tall, delicate figure.
Her skin was snow-white and smooth, like the finest mutton-fat jade, gleaming faintly beneath the sunlight.
The trace of cool aloofness mingled with playfulness between her brows made her even more beautiful and captivating than before her seclusion, her bearing increasingly ethereal and unworldly. After refining her natal dragon pearl, a faint layer of pale golden radiance circulated around her body—the sign of her dragon bloodline merging with her own cultivation.
"Brother Fan, when are we going to look for Sister Mingyue?" Han Yan pondered for a moment before suddenly asking softly.
She tilted her head slightly, her gentle gaze falling upon Lin Fan's profile.
As one of Lin Fan's women, she understood his thoughts better than anyone. Over