Li An walked ahead, but Ye Shuying followed like an inescapable trail of moonlight, consistently maintaining a steady three-step distance. Though his pace was composed, Li An could feel a gaze so intense it was practically searing a hole through his white robes.
The thrill of being "the favorite" hadn't yet faded. Li An rubbed his still-burning ear tips, cursing inwardly: This old monster looks like the ultimate upright gentleman, so how the hell is he so smooth when he makes his moves?
"An." Ye Shuying's voice drifted from behind, a low, helpless entreaty. "The spirit stones Lin Mengyao gave you... though high-grade, are riddled with impurities. Absorbing them will only wreak havoc on your meridians."
