"Come!"
As Li Fan wielded his sword, facing the crowd from Bai Lu Academy, Ji Xue was momentarily stunned.
At this moment, Li Fan appeared somewhat unfamiliar to her. Perhaps she had never truly known Li Fan. They had merely traveled together, and Li Fan had always been quiet, courteous, knowing when to advance and when to retreat. Even though Ji Feng caused trouble, Li Fan never overstepped.
This was the impression Li Fan had left on her: self-aware, respectful, not crossing boundaries, quiet and reserved.
But at this moment, wielding the sword, Li Fan was brimming with sharpness.
Also, how did Li Fan know that someone faced with demons had abandoned their companions and fled?
Why did she feel like this was directed at Yun Zhiqiu? Could it be that Li Fan was secretly watching at that time?
Or perhaps...
"Impossible." Ji Xue quickly dismissed the ridiculous thought, thinking it was not possible for him to be that strong.
