Narrowly Crossing Paths
Watching his awkward, somewhat apologetic smile, Feng Rou furrowed her brow and gave him a careful once-over. Her instincts told her that he was probably a cultivator too.
But as a Formation Master with powerful Soul Power, she couldn't sense the slightest fluctuation of energy from him.
There were only two possibilities: either he had never set foot on the path of cultivation, or his Soul Power was even stronger than hers, so she couldn't detect anything unusual.
Of the two, she naturally believed the first. She was a renowned Formation Master, and many people had acknowledged her Soul Power. Surely she could tell whether someone was a cultivator.
Relaxing her guard, Feng Rou's expression grew more natural. Tilting her head, she asked, "Why are you following me?"
Su Xingchen was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head with a smile. "You look a lot like a friend of mine."
"Is that so?" She raised an eyebrow, her expression full of distrust. "That's such a cheesy pickup line!"
Su Xingchen gave a helpless, bitter smile and lifted his head to look at her earnestly. "It's true."
His gaze was gentle yet fervent, and Feng Rou's fair face instantly flushed red. To hide her discomfort, she gave a soft snort. "Hmph, I can't be bothered to talk to you. Stop following me, or you'll give me away!"
With that, she turned and walked off. Su Xingchen instinctively grabbed her hand. "Wait!"
She stopped at once, her body stiffening.
Noticing something was wrong, Su Xingchen immediately let go and apologized nervously. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you..."
"What exactly do you want?" Feng Rou turned to look at him, her voice irritated and her expression impatient.
She had finally found a chance to slip out from