"Senior Brother Lin, do you have a cold?" A junior sister immediately squeezed up to fawn over him.
"No, it's nothing." Lin Ju'an rubbed the tip of his nose.
New firewood was added to the campfire, and the dim light became bright again. The warm light shone on Lin Ju'an's face, making his appearance even more unrealistically beautiful.
The disciple who came over helped him while secretly glancing at him a few times.
Although they were both inner disciples under Yan Shiqi, they didn't have many opportunities to communicate with each other in the past because each peak of the Yuncang Sword Sect had a large number of disciples.
She had never paid much attention to Lin Ju'an before, because the latter always dressed in the ordinary Yun Cang Sword Sect disciple's robes, his hair was so plain that it was only fixed with a wooden hairpin that looked like a chopstick, and he always looked dusty and inconspicuous.
This junior sister had never had any intention of dual cultivation with a water spirit root cultivator before. Now, she was secretly looking at Lin Ju'an, which was simply because she was attracted to his looks.
Since the inner disciple selection competition, Lin Ju'an has listened to Ji Mofan's advice and tried to gradually remove the coverings from his body.
Then he suddenly realized that the world he was seeing was completely different from the world he had seen when he was weak.
Those disgusting looks have almost disappeared, or rather, they now only dare to hide in the shadows and dare not let him see them.
Instead, it was replaced by pure worship and appreciation.
He suddenly realized that his senior brother was right.
It seems that by being true to oneself, one can gain more.
Thinking of Ji Mofan, a sense of worry welled up in his heart.
After his fight with Fang Xian, that person completely disappeared from their sight, and there was no news of him for half a day.
Ning Weisheng, as the vice-captain, completely took over all of Ji Mofan's duties.
Lin Ju'an lowered his hand and touched the Xiaoxiang Sword at his waist.
...That person will be fine; he's such a capable person.
For some reason, when Lin Ju'an thought of this, he seemed to vaguely feel that the remaining spiritual power in the Xiaoxiang Sword was flowing like warm water.
Is it just my imagination?
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