Upon hearing Jiang Fan's instructions, the disciple was visibly stunned. Then he hastily bowed and said, "This disciple will go send the message at once."
As he spoke, his gaze could not help sweeping over Xiao Hua. Xiao Hua lowered his eyes meekly and did not look up, but his subtly shifting pupils took everything in.
"Let's go." Jiang Fan came to Xiao Xianrui's side and naturally took hold of her sleeve. Smiling, he said, "You're unwell. Come with me."
"Mm, thank you, Brother Fan." Xiao Xianrui's face was still faintly flushed. That trace of red stood out strikingly against her pale, thin face, like the evening clouds beneath the setting sun... mournfully beautiful.
For no reason at all, Xiao Hua sighed inwardly. The faces and smiles of Xiao Yuehong, Gong Mingwei, and Zhang Qingxiao filled his mind. Their faces intertwined, then gradually blurred.
Jiang Fan flew ahead with Xiao Xianrui. Xiao Hua did not dare overstep his bounds, merely steadying himself and flying bit by bit, exactly like a Qi Cultivation second layer disciple. Jiang Fan seemed to be testing him—or perhaps he did not mean to—but he flew extremely fast, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes and watched for a while, then gave a cold snort through his nose. Though Jiang Fan had reached the peak of the twelfth layer of Qi Cultivation, his evasion light might not have been much faster than Xiao Hua's. If Xiao Hua wanted to catch up, it would take no more effort than blowing away dust. Yet from their earlier conversation, Xiao Hua had already seen that although Xiao Xianrui had feelings for Jiang Fan and intended to rely on the Hundred Herbs Sect, she also wished to protect him and had not told Jiang Fan