Nighttime!
Lin Fan didn't go back to sleep; instead, he sat at the edge of the cliff, admiring the scenery.
"Kid, you've really got guts. You flirted with the Saintess not long after arriving at the Sacred Land. Aren't you afraid of being caught and becoming a live-in son-in-law?" Ao Wudi appeared next to Lin Fan, utterly amazed by his audacity.
Lin Fan protested, "She flirted with me first. I only retaliated."
Ao Wudi laughed without saying anything, truly shameless.
"That Saintess is not bad. I've watched her grow up. Don't be fooled by her current demeanor — she wasn't always like this."
He had been in the Sacred Land for thousands of years, even the Holy Master grew up under his watch.
So, saying this was not a problem.
"Oh? Was there some thrilling story? I love hearing stories. Tell me, it'll help pass this boring night." Lin Fan perked up. Everyone has a story, but reliving one's own story is dull. Listening to others' stories is much more enlightening.
