Standing on the back of the Profound Astral Bird, Luo Hua, who was wearing white, asked, “You’re not going to take a look at them?”

“I’m afraid that I won’t be able to hold myself back,” said Lin Yun after lowering the flute. His gaze was complicated, and he couldn’t maintain his composure. Over six months of interaction, Lin Yun had deep feelings for the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect, Wang Yuruo, Feng Zhang, and everyone else.

He didn’t have to turn back to know how sad Wang Yuruo must be right now, and how disappointed Feng Zhang and Liu Qingyan were. He only couldn’t guess what Ye Ziling’s thoughts were. Was she disappointed? Sad? Helpless?

Their relationship started as a misunderstanding before they gradually understood each other and became friends. Even if they didn’t like each other romantically, Lin Yun didn’t have many people in the world that he liked.

“Then are you not going to interact with that old geezer anymore?” Luo Hua asked.

Lin Yun paused briefly before he replied, “Not exactly. I just don’t want to owe him anything. It feels weird to have...