Perhaps the long night had been too dull and lonely.
That night, Chu Luohen and Ning Fan talked far more than they usually did.
The fire still burned, occasionally giving off a crackle as it caught on damp wood.
Ning Fan sat cross-legged to one side, watching the flames, his thoughts seemingly unsettled. "I heard you've always been at odds with the Three-Tail Clan of Thousand Fox Mountain."
Chu Luohen gave him an indifferent glance. "You certainly know a great deal, Pavilion Master Ning."
Ning Fan pulled down his hood, revealing his short hair, and gave his head a slight shake. "You know quite a bit yourself."
Not many people in the Azure Tide Sect actually knew his identity as the Shadow Pavilion's Pavilion Master. In his view, someone like Chu Luohen, who rarely interacted with his fellow disciples, should have been even less likely to know.
And yet he did.
Chu Luohen glanced at Ning Fan, then looked away.
Ning Fan had been born with eyes of different colors. His left iris was pale gold, while his right was sapphire blue. His short black hair did not reach his ears, and a steel hoop as thick as a thumb hung from his left ear. All his features had an exotic cast.
Chu Luohen suspected he was not from the Azure Mist Continent at all.
Ning Fan knew Chu Luohen was studying him. After all, he almost never showed his true face, so curiosity from others was inevitable.
"So did you come here with Junior Sister Su this time to avenge what happened before?" Ning Fan asked.
After a moment's thought, Chu Luohen realized he meant the last mission to Thousand Fox Mountain. His gaze darkened slightly. "My master already intervened over what happened back then."
The implication was that