"Brother Han."
Yang Fan suddenly spoke.
"We've only met One time, haven't we?"
As he spoke, his Spiritual Power quietly spread outward.
In an instant, it formed One invisible barrier around them, shutting out the surrounding sounds.
Han Jue paused slightly.
Then, sensing the change around him, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
"As expected of a god cultivating all three paths, Brother Yang."
"Your Spiritual Power techniques are truly extraordinary."
But Han Jue soon regained his smile.
"Rest assured, Brother Yang. I mean no harm."
"I'm only doing this because I want to be your friend."
"Besides..."
Han Jue said earnestly:
"Who says we can't become good friends just because we've only met One time?"
"The moment I first saw you in the Foreign-Race Divine Kingdom District, Brother Yang, I felt certain we would become friends someday."
"Very important friends, even."
With that, Han Jue draped his arm over Yang Fan's shoulder again, his eyes utterly sincere.
Watching this, Yang Fan couldn't help rolling his eyes inwardly.
He had figured it out. This Han Jue really was a social butterfly.
And... his skin really was thick.
He was the sort who could lie without the slightest qualm.
Without betraying anything, Yang Fan withdrew the Spiritual Power barrier, and the surrounding sounds returned to normal.
Whatever the reason for Han Jue's eagerness.
There was One thing Yang Fan could be certain of: he truly meant no harm.
That One point alone was enough.
"Brother Yang."
Han Jue suddenly said with a mysterious air:
"Meet me in the Virtual World after the banquet."
"Remember to bring Lu Wan. I've got One way for us to make a fortune."
Yang Fan gave him a dubious look, but nodded anyway.
Yang Fan wasn't particularly interested in Han Jue's supposed money-making opportunity.
After