(Comic version Tang Ya beauty illustration)
As he passed a fork in the road, he saw a crowd gathered ahead, with faint sounds of an argument drifting over.
Lin Ye slightly extended his spiritual power and caught a familiar voice from within the crowd. It was Tang Ya.
He pushed through the crowd and squeezed inside.
In the middle of the street, Tang Ya was confronting a man wearing a hat.
The man was thin and gaunt, with high cheekbones, dark circles so heavy he looked like he had been beaten up, and pale, cracked lips. He gave off such a weak aura that he seemed ready to collapse in a gust of wind.
It took Lin Ye three seconds to recognize him—Beibei.
Tang Ya stood opposite him, her delicate brows raised in anger, her tone resolute. "Stop pestering me! We're already over!"
Beibei lowered his voice. "Xiao Ya, my Martial Soul has already evolved! Why are you still unwilling to go out with me?"
He reached out, trying to grab Tang Ya's arm, his voice carrying urgency and unwillingness. "Isn't it just a Blue Silver Emperor? I'm a Radiant Holy Dragon!"
Tang Ya took a step back, avoiding his hand. "Wake up!"
At that moment, Lin Ye stepped forward and positioned himself between them. He raised a hand to block Beibei's outstretched arm, his tone calm but unquestionable. "Please respect the lady's wishes."
Tang Ya's eyes immediately lit up when she saw him. "Xiao Ye?"
Beibei's gaze swept back and forth between Lin Ye and Tang Ya twice, and his expression turned ugly. "Xiao Ya, did you dump me because of this pretty boy?"
The crowd instantly erupted into chatter, whispers rising and falling as though they were watching some thrilling drama.
Tang Ya frowned impatiently and grabbed Lin