Ling Shiyun paused in slight surprise, then stepped aside and offered a faint smile with a salute. "I was discourteous first, so I shall not trouble you further, Young Master."
"Please, Miss."
Qian Wuhen merely nodded and smiled at Ling Shiyun, maintaining that same polite, easygoing manner before reaching straight for a spirit fruit.
Ling Shiyun left.
Ling Bao'er's eyes shone brightly. Just as she was about to speak to Qian Wuhen, he beat her to it. "Miss Bao'er, let us watch the performance first."
Qian Wuhen gazed deeply ahead, taking huge bites out of the spirit fruit.
The affairs of the Ling Clan had nothing to do with him, and he had no interest in them. He had merely followed Old Dad to broaden his horizons and might leave in a few days.
Ling Bao'er's pupils widened slightly. Qian Wuhen suddenly felt far more unfamiliar to her, as though that sense of indifference had been born into him...
"Miss Bao'er, do not mind it. My Junior Brother has never understood romance."
Bai Xinghan chuckled. He did not avoid speaking in front of Qian Wuhen. "He has always been this annoying. It is not directed at you, so please do not take offense."
"Hoo~!" Foolish Eagle chimed in from the side. No one understood their little Junior Brother's temperament better than they did.
Back then, he had flown into a towering rage and slain who knew how many Immortal Hall inspectors on the Southern Yu Continent for the sake of his comrades. Yet afterward, his junior brother seemed to have forgotten those people entirely and never mentioned them again.
Even Old Mo had been no exception. When he passed away in meditation, his junior brother had truly built a shrine for him himself, but afterward he gradually went to visit