As she thought about it, the thoughts that had only just begun to settle in her heart became chaotic again.
Yet Yellow Heaven Daoist was not anxious in the slightest. The two simply walked one before the other, and from afar, they looked like a father taking his daughter out for a stroll.
Although Wang Yun was already in her thirties, she had taken good care of herself. Or rather, in the living conditions of modern people, once one was past thirty, unless they were a programmer or had long done heavy physical labor, they would not look particularly old at that age.
And her previous class awakening had remolded Wang Yun's body, making her seem several years younger still.
Of course, this was also because she had devoted herself wholeheartedly to her career, leaving her thoughts relatively pure. If one's mind was too cluttered, with too many stray thoughts, it would drain one's vital energy and make one age quickly.
But if her thoughts had not been relatively pure, it would have been difficult for her to become friends with Zhao Cheng. Though Zhao Cheng lay flat and found joy in poverty, when it came to making friends, his principle was rather have none than have the wrong ones.
The few friends around him all had their own flaws, but when it came to character and sincerity, there was nothing to criticize.
After walking for several minutes, the two had already gone some distance. Strangely, not a single one of Wang Yun's colleagues noticed that one person was missing from among them—not even the few who had been relatively close to Wang Yun.
Only then did Wang Yun finally come fully back to her senses. She looked at Yellow Heaven Saint, a little way ahead of her. Golden sunlight