Huh?
Can he hear himself speak and see himself?
wrong.
Although the Brat was looking in his direction, the angle was slightly off.
Could it be?
Before he could finish thinking, he suddenly sensed something and abruptly turned his head.
Before she could even turn her head completely, she was startled by the long-haired man in white who swept past her!
No, it should be described as stunning!
Yes, it's absolutely stunning!
He said he was handsome enough; it wasn't that he was narcissistic, but he genuinely belonged the type of person who would stand out in a crowd and get the most attention.
But compared to the man before her, she was far One Star.
Of course, objectively speaking, their appearances weren't that different.
The main thing is that he has an unparalleled aura, as if he were a celestial being descended from the heavens to the mortal world, just walking around casually, and he is unattainable.
hiss------------
Jiang Fan took a long, deep breath; this was the first time he had ever lost his composure because of someone's appearance.
And it was all because of a man.
If he didn't know he was heterosexual, he'd probably be questioning the meaning of life right now.
The man in white robes with wide sleeves walked up to the Brat, a smile playing on his lips. "You won't admit you're stupid. This sword technique is so simple, yet you've studied it for so long and still can't get the hang of it. What else could it be but stupidity?"
The Brat was already incredibly hot-tempered, turned bright red with rage upon hearing what he said.
"I-I-I'm still young, so my comprehension isn't as good as yours as adults'. When I grow up, I'll definitely learn it in no time!"
Upon hearing this, the smile on the white-clad man's lips deepened.
"This sword technique was created when I was six years old; it's very rudimentary."
The Brat's mouth was wide open because he's eight years old and all he wanted to do was find a mouse hole to crawl into.
Jiang Fan was also shocked.
Created at the age of six? Really? That's just bragging.
Just as he thought this, he saw the man in white robes with wide sleeves suddenly turn around and look at him.
I'm not bragging.
shock!
Jiang Fan was so startled that he immediately took several steps back, his whole body on high alert.
He has always been aware that he is dreaming, but now this dream is becoming increasingly out of his control.
Especially the white-clad man in front of him, who gave him an oppressive feeling that he simply couldn't resist.
It wasn't just the oppressive feeling that gave him a strange, inexplicable emotion.
Noticing Jiang Fan's change in mood, the man in white relaxed his brows. "Afraid of me?"
"Who exactly are you?" Jiang Fan asked instead of answering.
"Hehe." The man in white chuckled, and the next second, his face was instantly close to Jiang Fan's, their faces almost touching.
This action startled Jiang Fan quite a bit. Just as he was about to back away, the man in white suddenly spoke.
"I am you."
What?
Jiang Fan was taken aback at first, then quickly took several steps back.
Are you kidding me?
Clearly, Jiang Fan didn't believe a word the man in white said.
Just then, the Brat's voice suddenly rang out from behind.
" Handsome Uncle, teach me!"
The childish voice carried a hint of defiance and resentment; the emphasis on wanting to learn yet being unwilling to speak felt strangely familiar to Jiang Fan.
"Alright, the Little One is calling you, hurry up and go." The man in white maintained his faint smile.
Huh? You're calling me? Weren't you the one I was calling?
Before Jiang Fan could finish his bewilderment, the Brat had already grabbed his sleeve and was urging him on.
"Hurry up!"
"No, wait a minute, I'm not!"
Jiang Fan was pulled back unsteadily, his vision gradually blurring, as if a fog had suddenly rolled in and was getting thicker and thicker until his vision disappeared completely.
"Call--"
Jiang Fan sat up abruptly, then reflexively looked around, momentarily unable to distinguish between dream and reality.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh swish swish--"
The sound of sword practice pulled Jiang Fan back to his senses, and his focused gaze immediately fell on the Crazy Old Man practicing his sword.
Just as he was being pulled back to reality, he vaguely saw in the Crazy Old Man the image of Brat practicing swordsmanship.
" Little One?"
The Little Turtle had been staying by Jiang Fan's side. Upon hearing this familiar name, its eyes lit up, and it excitedly jumped onto Jiang Fan's lap.
"You, you, you remember? Haha! That's great, you finally remembered!"
This action left Jiang Fan completely bewildered. He wondered what was wrong with the Little Turtle lately, acting erratically all the time. Could it be that Jiang Fan had guessed correctly—during the trip to the Church of Justice, the Little Turtle's head had been kicked and damaged by the Pope?
He might think that, but he dared not say it aloud. What if he provoked the Little Turtle and it kicked him on the head, damaging his forehead like the Little Turtle? He'd rather be dead.
"What did you remember?"
The Little Turtle stared intently into Jiang Fan's eyes, trying to glean any clue from them, but to no avail.
He pursed his lips, his eyes filled with disappointment.
Jiang Fan had already suspected that the Little Turtle's behavior earlier was just erratic, and now, seeing its dramatic ups and downs, he was even more certain that the Pope had definitely kicked its brain.
Otherwise, why didn't Wang Yao go with him after he arrived? Instead, she stubbornly insisted on following him no matter what.
"Hahaha--I got it! I'm truly gifted! Absolutely unique in heaven and earth!"
The Crazy Old Man stood with his hands on his hips, laughing loudly and triumphantly.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Jiang Fan clicked his tongue inwardly in amazement. He had simplified the sword technique, yet he had still been practicing it until now.
Forget it, I'd better not complain anymore; he's afraid he'll be hoisted back into the atmosphere again.
The Crazy Old Man finally learned it, and Jiang Fan finally embarked on his journey back to Fortress No. 1.
Upon returning to Fortress No. 1, the first and most important thing was to divide the spoils.
Ahem, it's not about dividing the spoils, it's about dividing the Blood Crystal.
Although he used up a lot of it in the Southern Wilderness Fortress, he still had some left.
"Fatty, have you seen Old Ye?"
Jiang Fan made several phone calls, but Ye Qizhen didn't answer. He also couldn't find her at the school.
"Tsk tsk tsk! Brother Fan, the first thing you did after you got back was to look for Ye Qizhen, instead of Lan Shengxue and my ancestor. Are you really not straight?"
No sooner had the fat man finished speaking than Jiang Fan gave him a severe beating.
"You've got some nerve! I can ignore other people making fun of me, but you dare to make fun of me? Who gave you the audacity?!"
"Aww--I was wrong, please stop hitting me! If you keep hitting me, I'll be disfigured! My face is the only part of my body I can look good!" The fat man wailed and begged for mercy, clutching his head.
"You asked for this! Serves you right for being so talkative!"
"Oh dear, I really know I was wrong. After Ye Qizhen found out you were safe and sound, she just left after saying that."
Hearing this, Jiang Fan stopped what he was doing and asked in confusion, "What did you say?"