Give Me an Explanation

Spirit Transmission Pagoda, eighty-first floor.

Fang Lin led Na'er to the door of Han Tianyi's office.

He raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in."

Han Tianyi's voice came from within, steady as usual, revealing no particular emotion.

Fang Lin pushed the door open and entered.

The office was clean and bright, with sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire room.

The air held a faint scent of tea mixed with the smell of old books, creating a tranquil and comfortable atmosphere.

Han Tianyi sat behind his desk, holding a cup of tea. His expression was indifferent, his gaze fixed on a document.

He looked up, just about to say something.

His gaze landed on the slender figure beside Fang Lin, and his words came to an abrupt halt.

The office fell silent for two seconds.

Han Tianyi set down his teacup, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly.

He scrutinized Na'er calmly before looking back at Fang Lin, his brows slowly knitting together.

"You brat, I told you to go get some rest."

Han Tianyi spoke slowly, his tone tinged with helplessness. "You go out for a stroll, and you bring back a person?"

"Teacher, this is Na'er, I..."

Fang Lin started to speak, wanting to explain.

He hadn't expected that he would just go out for a bun and a walk, only to end up picking up... the Silver Dragon King.

Of course, he couldn't say that; no one would believe him anyway.

Na'er sensed Han Tianyi's scrutinizing gaze and instinctively shrank behind Fang Lin.

She peeked out with half her face, her violet eyes looking at the man timidly, her small hand gripping the corner of Fang Lin's shirt even tighter.

She looked just like a frightened kitten, her entire being screaming "stay away."

Han Tianyi's gaze fell upon the figure trembling with nerves, and the scolding he had intended to give died on his lips.

He sighed softly, his expression softening a fraction.

"Forget it."

He took a sip of his tea and said nothing more.

Instead, he picked up the Soul Guidance Communicator on his desk and sent a brief message.

A moment later, Han Tianyi looked at Na'er again, his tone becoming exceptionally gentle. "Na'er, have you awakened your martial soul?"

Na'er did not answer, only gripping Fang Lin's shirt tighter, her entire body almost hiding behind him.

Seeing this, Fang Lin said softly, "Na'er, don't be afraid. This is my teacher."

Hearing this, Na'er hesitated for a long while.

Only then did she slowly loosen her grip on his shirt, step out from behind Fang Lin, and look up at Han Tianyi.

"Martial soul...?"

Na'er thought for a moment, as if struggling to recall something, then raised her right hand, palm upward.

A silvery-white spear appeared out of thin air.

The shaft was slender and long, shimmering with flowing silver light, with faint dragon patterns faintly visible winding around it.

She tilted her head and asked earnestly, "Is this... a martial soul?"

The office fell silent for another two seconds.

"???"

Han Tianyi instinctively sensed Na'er's soul power fluctuations.

The next moment, he froze—innate full soul power.

A storm raged in his heart, though he maintained a facade of composure.

He only thought to himself: Is this brat a child of destiny? He picks up someone at random on the street, and they have innate full soul power?

He took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent emotions.

"Ahem."

Han Tianyi coughed lightly, a gentle smile appearing on his face. "That's right, that is a martial soul."

Na'er blinked, nodding as if she half-understood.

The Silver Dragon Spear flickered slightly in her hand before dissolving into specks of silver light, slowly fading away.

"That..."

She hesitated for a moment, asking in a small voice with a hint of cautious anticipation, "Can I stay with Brother?"

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Han Tianyi turned his gaze toward Fang Lin.

He glanced at Fang Lin, then back at Na'er, the corners of his mouth curling up into a meaningful smile.

"Of course you can."

Han Tianyi said, his tone calm, "However, you must call me Teacher."

"???"

Fang Lin was completely bewildered.

Before he could even say a word, he heard a crisp voice from beside him.

"Teacher."

Upon hearing this, Na'er called out obediently.

Fang Lin looked at Han Tianyi with a blank expression.

Han Tianyi acted as if he hadn't seen it, picking up the Soul Guidance Communicator and giving an order in a flat tone: "Xiao Liu, come up here."

"Yes, Elder Han."

A woman's voice came from the other end of the communicator, crisp and efficient.

Not long after, the office door was lightly knocked upon.

"Enter."

Han Tianyi's voice rang out.

The next moment, the door was pushed open.

A female staff member from the Spirit Transmission Pagoda walked in quickly and bowed respectfully: "Elder Han."

"Hmm."

Han Tianyi nodded slightly, "Xiao Liu, take Na'er to wash up and change into some clothes."

"Very well, Elder Han."

Liu Ruyan replied, her gaze falling on Na'er as she offered a gentle smile.

Na'er's little dress was filthy, covered in dust and mud stains, with a small tear at the hem that looked completely out of place in this clean, bright office.

Her hair was also somewhat disheveled, with a few stray locks clinging to her cheeks, making her small face appear even paler.

"Brother..."

Na'er instinctively leaned closer to Fang Lin, her voice tinged with a hint of unease.

"It's alright, Na'er."

Fang Lin said, "Let this big sister take you to wash up and change into some clean clothes."

"I'll be right here waiting for you, I'm not going anywhere."

Na'er bit her lip, her purple eyes fixed on Fang Lin as if confirming whether he was just humoring her.

"Then... alright."

She hesitated for a long while before nodding gently, her voice soft, "Brother, wait for me to come back."

"Hmm."

Fang Lin smiled slightly, "I promise."

Only then did Na'er slowly release the hem of Fang Lin's shirt, following behind Liu Ruyan while looking back every few steps toward the door.

She stopped at the threshold once more to look back at Fang Lin, and seeing that he was indeed still standing in the same spot, she finally stepped out with peace of mind.

As the door closed gently with a soft "click."

The office fell silent, leaving only the sunlight from outside and the warmth slowly fading from the teacup.

"You brat."

Han Tianyi's voice sounded, carrying a hint of playfulness, "Speak, what is this all about?"

His eyes clearly read: "You had better give me a reasonable explanation."

"The situation is like this..."

Fang Lin weighed his words carefully and recounted the events of how he met Na'er.

"Hmm."

After listening, Han Tianyi picked up his tea and took a sip, "Good, I understand."

He glanced at the Soul Guidance Communicator, where a newly received message sat on the screen.

"Old Han, the Spirit Transmission Pagoda hasn't found any records regarding this child."

"There are no birth certificates or household registration files; the identity system shows no such person."

Han Tianyi put down the communicator and said, "Still, you brat, you certainly know how to pick them up."

Hearing this, Fang Lin didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Han Tianyi glanced at him, smiled meaningfully, and did not press the matter further.

He simply picked up the cup of tea that had already gone cold and finished it slowly.