Passing Each Other By

One year.

For Xiao Xi'er, who had lived only fifteen years so far, that was already quite a long time.

And after a year apart, when Chen Yan appeared before Xiao Xi'er again, the boy's figure and face actually felt a little unfamiliar to her.

He seemed to have matured considerably.

Xiao Xi'er's heartbeat quickened despite herself. She had imagined the scene of her reunion with Chen Yan countless times.

Yet when it actually happened, she still found herself momentarily dazed.

Xiao Xi'er was not the only one whose attention was fixed on Chen Yan.

Hundreds of gazes from both sides of the street fell on him. Almost everyone was curious about this genius the Luoling Sect might see only once in a thousand years.

"Huh?"

Beside her, Chanchan made a small sound of apparent surprise, her gaze settling on the token at the boy's waist.

"He's actually a martial spring realm cultivator. Could it be..."

Chanchan suddenly widened her eyes.

"That guy who looks like he's putting on airs is Chen Yan?"

"Mm."

Xiao Xi'er merely nodded lightly.

Among martial spring realm cultivators of his age, there was probably no one but Chen Yan in the entire Luoling Sect—or even throughout the cultivation world of today's Kunwu Continent.

The distance between Chen Yan and her grew smaller and smaller, making Xiao Xi'er increasingly nervous.

What should I do? What should I do?

Back when I was still in the palace, I met Chen Yan so many times. He should—he must still remember me, right?

If he speaks to me, how should I react?

Should I be warmer?

Wouldn't that seem a little too inexplicable?

Should I be colder?

*But whether it's his seniority within the sect or his current cultivation realm, he's far above me. What right do I