Seeing so many people kneeling before her, Mi Yao was startled and quickly stepped forward to stop them, "Don't kneel, please don't kneel, I only... offered my blood!"
Everyone still knelt down and kowtowed to Mi Yao.
"..."
Seeing Mi Yao's anxious expression, Fanno stepped forward, his lips slowly curling into a smile, "Mi Yao, let them kneel. It comforts them, and it's what you deserve."
Mi Yao turned to look at Fanno, taken aback because this was the first time she had seen Fanno smile.
Fanno, who naturally resembled an Immortal, whether it was his handsome and striking appearance or the aloof aura he wore that showed no worldly desires, had always been gentle and rarely expressed his emotions. But now, he revealed a genuine smile, so warm it could almost melt the snow of Tianshan.
Mi Yao curled her lips into a smile. "Young Master Fanno, you really should smile more like this. You look very handsome when you do."
Fanno hesitated.
