The young woman finished speaking, but Xu Yi said nothing. He only looked at her.
The young woman felt a little shy and turned her face away, utterly unable to understand the look in Xu Yi's eyes. It was a look she couldn't make sense of: no desire, no wickedness, only an emotion so deep it could not be dispelled, like a lake filled to the brim with gentle ripples.
"Brother, brother!"
The young woman hadn't expected Xu Yi to be so bold, staring at her without end. She had assumed that once she turned away, he would come to his senses. But he showed no reaction at all. After more than ten breaths of awkward silence, she could bear it no longer and had to call out to him.
"I've been rude, I've been rude. Please don't take offense, Fairy!"
Xu Yi hurriedly clasped his hands. "It's just that you look so much like an old friend of mine. May I ask where you're from? And, if you don't mind, would you tell me your name?"
The turmoil in Xu Yi's heart defied description. He did his best to suppress his emotions, keeping his voice from wavering.
The young woman's pretty face flushed faintly. "Is this how you always introduce yourself to women, brother?"
Xu Yi said, "Have you ever seen someone risk his life just to get acquainted with a woman?"
The young woman suddenly recalled the scene in the hall earlier, when Xu Yi had fought Su Beihun.
At the time, Su Beihun had killed two people with two arrows, shaking the entire crowd. She had planned to seize the opportunity to escape. Had Xu Yi not sent her a telepathic message telling her to stay calm, she would likely have been the one facing Su Beihun.