Ling Shiyun paused slightly, then stepped aside and offered a faint smile with a salute.
"I was discourteous first, so I shall not disturb you further, young master."
"Please, miss."
Qian Wuhen merely nodded and smiled at Ling Shiyun, still carrying that same courteous, easygoing demeanor. Then he directly reached for a spirit fruit.
Ling Shiyun departed.
Ling Bao'er's eyes sparkled as she was about to speak to Qian Wuhen, only for him to beat her to it. "Miss Bao'er, let us watch the show first."
Qian Wuhen gazed deeply ahead as he took large bites of the spirit fruit.
The Ling Clan's affairs had nothing to do with him, and he had no interest in them. He had merely followed his father here to broaden his horizons, and perhaps he would leave in a few days.
Ling Bao'er's pupils widened slightly. Qian Wuhen suddenly felt far more unfamiliar, that sense of indifference seeming almost inborn...
"Miss Bao'er, do not mind it. My junior brother simply does not understand romance."
Bai Xinghan chuckled, making no effort to avoid Qian Wuhen. "He has always been this unpleasant. It is not directed at you, so do not take offense."
"Woo~!" Silly Eagle chimed in from the side. No one understood their junior brother's temperament better than they did.
Back then, he had flown into a towering rage and killed who knew how many Immortal Hall inspectors across the Southern Yu Continent over his colleagues. Yet afterward, it was as though junior brother had forgotten those people entirely; he never even mentioned them again.
Even with Old Mo, it had been the same. When Old Mo passed away, he had truly built a shrine for him himself, but afterward he gradually visited less and less. He had gone there even fewer times than