After spending several days together, Feng Ling grew increasingly puzzled.
Elder Qiu was clearly lecherous by nature, yet he had never shown the slightest offense toward her. Even when the two of them were in the same cave dwelling, he had never once approached her bedroom.
"Is he a gentleman who always keeps his word?"
Feng Ling shook her head and muttered to herself, "Could it be that my looks aren't good enough for him?"
She was utterly at a loss. Being treated with such respect should have been comforting, so why did she feel a faint sense of disappointment?
"I must be crazy."
Feng Ling let out a soft sigh and murmured to herself.
Her long hair was black and silky, and her sword robes accentuated her graceful, alluring figure. Her skin was as fair and delicate as snow, and an air of mature charm radiated from her entire body.
Not long afterward, she still left her bedroom. Looking at the figure sitting cross-legged on the floor, she suddenly asked, "Are you going to Zhuri Lake tomorrow?"
"I don't know either." Lin Fan countered, "You don't want me to go?"
Feng Ling froze and fell silent.
Lin Fan glanced at her and said, "If you want to leave, I won't stop you."
Regardless of whether the Blood Demon Sect or the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect won tomorrow, it would be the best opportunity.
"This has nothing to do with you."
Feng Ling glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes, then suddenly grew angry and returned to her bedroom.
Lin Fan shook his head and said, "She's still clinging to fantasies. She's just a fool."
Through the identity of "Elder Qiu," he had learned some intelligence, but he had not obtained enough in-depth information.
The only thing Lin Fan could