Seeing the girl's delight, Lin Fan gave a slight nod.
He gently ruffled Chu Lingxi's hair with his warm palm, then closed the door and left the little Pill Room.
Time flew, and a day soon passed. Darkness slowly shrouded the mountain. As the night deepened, all fell silent.
On the stone cultivation platform beneath the courtyard's great pine, Lin Fan sat cross-legged, slowly circulating his inner qi as he cultivated. Moonlight poured down like water, bathing the little courtyard and his entire body.
A slender figure came softly along the courtyard path. It was Chu Lingxi.
She had already returned to her room to rest, but the day's alchemy still lingered in her mind, and she wanted to check on her master. Seeing Lin Fan sitting quietly beneath the moonlight from afar, she instinctively softened her steps, not daring to approach and disturb him.
She simply stood quietly in the shadow of an osmanthus tree a short distance away, gazing at the figure on the stone platform.
Moonlight outlined Lin Fan's straight, elegant silhouette, while the night breeze gently stirred his robes. His aura was calm and restrained. The Flying Dragon Breath Concealment Technique perfectly concealed his steel force realm might, making him seem utterly unremarkable.
Yet Chu Lingxi knew in her heart that although her master appeared ordinary, his combat strength was beyond most people's reach, his cultivation was unfathomable, and his mastery of the Pill Dao was peerless.
As the girl watched silently, an indescribable flutter rose in her heart. The evening breeze carried the faint fragrance of osmanthus blossoms and brushed softly past the ends of her hair. She remained there in silence, unwilling to break the tranquility, her heart filled with admiration-and a quietly budding trace of romantic feeling that even she could not