What terrible luck.
Just my luck!
The moment Deng Qian saw Fang Yun, he knew it was going to be a bad day.
Everyone said Fang Yun rarely came to Battle Peak, making him hard to run into, yet here he was.
That was exactly why he'd taken the initiative to ask around for Fang Yun's residence and seek him out before.
"Senior Brother Deng, what are you looking at?"
The sudden voice startled Deng Qian.
For a split second, he thought Fang Yun had come to find him. He whipped his head around, but only saw the receding figures of Fang Yun and a female disciple, and he let out a silent sigh of relief.
'Good, Fang Yun hadn't noticed him.'
"Ahem... I was just looking at the patterns on this pillar. Don't you think they're exquisite, Junior Brother Luo?"
The patterns were nothing special.
"...They are rather exquisite," the Qi Refining Seventh Layer disciple with the surname Luo replied, eager to please.
"There you go."
Having explained away his odd behavior, Deng Qian didn't linger.
