Xiao Jianming looked at the distant figure of Ning Fan, who seemed no different from an ordinary person, and muttered to himself, "Just how powerful is Ninth Master anyway? Even the number one expert in Jianghu doesn't dare claim he can defeat him. If that's really the case, why would he settle for a mundane life!"
The smile on Huo Qiuran's face gradually became indifferent, but a hint of deep regret flashed through her eyes; she gently shook her head without replying to his question.
Watching Huo Qiuran turn around and leave, Xiao Jianming was slightly startled but still followed her.
It turned out she had noticed Ning Fan's arrival when he came over...
...
After ending this brief interlude, Ning Fan, having finished his meal, sat in the courtyard to rest for a while and then went straight to his room to sleep.
Perhaps because he was in a good mood, Ning Fan slept very soundly; when he opened his eyes the next day, the sun was already shining brightly.
