After hearing Xuan Lan ramble on at great length, with countless "think about it"s mixed in and a strong air of urging deep reflection, Xiao Hua's head began to ache.
"Think about it. Only with Senior Brother Fu Min's guidance can we climb a hundred-foot pole and advance another step!" Xuan Lan concluded at last. "Think about it—shouldn't we thank Senior Brother Fu Min?"
"Yes! Of course! I wholeheartedly agree!" Xiao Hua finally let out a breath and replied with a flattering smile.
"Let's go. Stop making glib remarks," Fu Min softly rebuked. "If you can improve and make greater contributions to the Fu family, it will bring honor to me as well!" With that, he took the lead out of Chaotian Pavilion.
That counted as glib remarks? Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes, irritation rising as he watched Fu Min's bulky figure.
"Why aren't you coming?" Xuan Lan called to Xiao Hua, then hurried after Fu Min. By then, there were barely any people left inside Chaotian Pavilion. Only Fu Shan stood beside the prayer mats in the distance, a pleased look on his face as he smiled at Xiao Hua's departing back.
These past several dozen days had felt like years to Fu Shan. He could not figure out what had happened. In the past, Fu Yan had certainly ignored him, but she had never treated him with cold words and sharp mockery. Whenever he invited her somewhere, she would agree. Even if he gave her some rare little trinket, she would accept it without hesitation. Yet during this period, Fu Yan's attitude toward him had completely changed. It was as though Fu Shan were transparent—she simply turned a blind eye to him! Fu Yan's movements had also become rather mysterious. Fu Shan could never find her, much less