Na'er glanced back at Chen Fan, who sat cross-legged and prepared to absorb the soul ring, but ultimately gave up.
Right now, nothing mattered more than Chen Fan's safety.
Her gaze swept inconspicuously over Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan nearby.
A faint trace of wariness lingered in her silver eyes.
Outsiders would always be outsiders.
Who could guarantee that they would not harbor ill intentions at the most critical moment of Chen Fan's soul ring absorption because of their old grudge from two years ago?
What if they ambushed Chen Fan?
What if this woman called Dugu Yan poisoned him?
After all, novels always said that beautiful women like this... were prone to being emotional!
And Yu Tianheng could not be ruled out either. He might be deeply calculating, getting close to Chen Fan only to stab him in the back!
She moved with graceful steps and stopped three feet in front of Chen Fan. Like the most loyal guardian, she stood watch over him.
The forest returned to silence.
Only the breeze brushing past the treetops produced a soft rustling sound.
Na'er simply stood there in silence, her beautiful silver eyes fixed unblinkingly on Chen Fan as he sat cross-legged.
In her world, only Chen Fan remained.
That handsome face, those tightly shut eyes, those faintly trembling eyelashes... every detail was deeply branded into her soul.
Her gaze held unreserved infatuation and attachment.
She could not be bothered with any movement around them—the wind stirring the grass, the cries of Soul Beasts.
All her attention was tied to one person.
Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan stood some distance away, consciously taking on the responsibility of watching their surroundings.
Seeing Na'er like this, they exchanged a glance and both saw helpless amusement in each other's eyes.
"Look at Na'er."
Dugu