Xu Yunfan leaned back to widen his field of view. He saw someone well over two meters tall, their body a mass of corded, bulging muscle. Even under loose robes, he could clearly see veins throbbing from their sheer tension.
The anxiety was practically radiating off of her.
'Why is she so nervous?'
Puzzled, Xu Yunfan gave a slight nod as a greeting.
Yan Yuwei watched Xu Yunfan brush past her and felt a wave of relief. 'Looks like he's not here to cause trouble for me.' After all, she had spent days badmouthing him behind his back; now that the man himself was right in front of her, she naturally had a guilty conscience.
Before she could even catch her breath, Xu Yunfan's nostrils twitched slightly. The young woman smelled of forged iron sand mixed with red copper powder—the unique medicinal aroma of a True Disciple from the Melt Gold Hall's body tempering regimen.
