Zhang Wuji walked over to Bai He and raised his hand to gently stroke his hair.
Bai He's expression froze.
He stood rooted to the spot.
He could practically feel the anger radiating from Ye Shiyuan at that very moment.
Please.
They were only friends right now.
Wasn't this kind of behavior from Zhang Wuji a little inappropriate?
"Little boy, we're friends. Friends don't need to thank each other for helping one another."
Only then did Bai He feel somewhat relieved.
Perhaps he had simply been overthinking things.
Maybe it was not what he had imagined at all.
"The Qingluan Lotus Seed is so precious, yet you gave it to me. Don't worry. If you ever need help in the future, just tell me. And you can always come to Lingguang Sect to find me."
No matter how he looked at it, this was a tremendous favor.
Bai He would remember it.
"Go to Lingguang Sect? Are you trying to send me to my death?"
That was true.
