Chen Fan's figure paused slightly at those words, but he paid no heed and continued onward on his flying sword. Shen Wushuang, however, had no intention of giving up and continued to chase after him.
"Fellow Daoist Stay. This little woman has only one question: do you know Chen Fan?"
"Could you tell me about what he did during his lifetime?" Shen Wushuang asked as she pursued Chen Fan from behind.
Unwilling to be left out, Bald Bird stood on Chen Fan's shoulder and chuckled. Turning around, he said, "Little girl, don't try to fool this old man. That makes two questions already."
His voice was childish, yet he deliberately put on an unfathomable air. The feathers atop his head swayed in the wind, making him utterly comical.
Shen Wushuang stared blankly for a moment before grasping what Bald Bird meant. Her words just now had indeed contradicted themselves. But she truly wanted to know about Chen Fan.
"Kid, why not just admit it? She's a beauty, after all. Tsk, tsk. You usually look so honest, but who would've thought you'd have romantic debts to settle too?" Bald Bird grinned at Chen Fan with a suggestive look.
Chen Fan could only shake his head speechlessly. Ignoring Bald Bird's words, he instead came to a stop and turned to look at Shen Wushuang.
Seeing him stop, Shen Wushuang was immediately delighted. "Fellow Daoist, do you know him?"
Chen Fan did not speak. His expression remained calm as he gently shook his head.
A trace of disappointment immediately flashed through Shen Wushuang's eyes. Yet when she saw Chen Fan's ink-black eyes, she froze again.
While she was lost in thought, Chen Fan stepped on his flying sword once more, turned, and shot toward the distance, vanishing without a trace.
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