Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 602: Three hundred and eighty-two - Titles

Chapter 602: Three hundred and eighty-two Chapter Titles

Compared to Ran Qingmo, Tianyan’s hand was a bit smaller, lacking the cool firmness of bones but adding a touch of soft warmth instead.

Toasty and warm.

A gust of wind came forcefully, causing the white fog beneath the abyss to surge and boil.

Xu Yuan glanced at the girl beside him, deftly using his fingertips to pry open her palm, wanting to change their clasped hands to an interlocked fingers embrace.

Tianyan glanced at her sleeve, slightly frowning, but in the end, still let him make his small move.

With their fingers interlocked, feeling the warmth coming from her hand, a hint of tenderness appeared in the depths of Xu Yuan’s eyes.

There were some things that Tianyan probably wouldn’t say in a lifetime, but her actions were always honest.

Feeling the cool breeze coming in the aftermath of the rain, Xu Yuan suddenly chuckled and said,

"This spot is really nice, you know. Jumping down from here, always feels like we’re about to go on a lovers’ suicide?"

"Lovers’ suicide?"

Tianyan’s voice was the complete opposite of her warm hand—cold and biting,

"Minister Xu sure is elegantly idle, even in the mood to consider such things."

Xu Yuan shrugged his shoulders, not particularly concerned, and said,

"Behind us, we have pursuers, and in front, our fate is unknown. In such an extensive area of ghostly fog, even though both you and I are from the Primordial Realm, we probably can’t be sure to survive within it. If we die, isn’t that like a lovers’ suicide?"

Tianyan coldly interrupted his words, "Shut your crow’s mouth."

Xu Yuan blinked, chuckled, and said,

"Alright, just knew you wouldn’t bear to see me die... Ouch, wrong, wrong, that hurts."

Tianyan applied pressure onto their hands, and a piercing pain spread through the joints where their fingers were interlocked.

Even among those of the Primordial Realm, there were still disparities, let alone Xu Yuan, who was but a hollow Primordial.

The difference in combat power between Tianyan, who had already embarked on the Integration Path, and him was utterly vast.

Should they start fighting now, without even invoking the Charm Poison of the Enchantress Divine Taoist Charm, it likely wouldn’t take more than three moves before she had him completely subdued.

Watching Xu Yuan in pain, a fleeting smile flashed across Tianyan’s cold demeanor,

"Let’s go, idiot."

With that said, without waiting for Xu Yuan’s reaction, she directly pulled him and leaped downward.

Their figures rapidly descended, and in a short while, they fell into the thick white fog below like clouds.

Hum—

And at the moment they entered the fog, Xu Yuan’s mind buzzed.

The white fog he saw at the edge of the cliff disappeared, replaced by boundless darkness.

Cold, silent, void of any sound.

With each breath, strands of stray thoughts would spread out in his chest.

If it wasn’t for Xu Yuan now being from the Primordial Realm, these stray thoughts were nearly imperceptible.

These were jumbled thoughts formed by a mix of extreme emotions and various desires.

Murder, jealousy, greed, lust...

After seven years, he never expected to encounter something like the ghostly fog again, and in such a manner.

And compared to the last distant view from outside the Formation, only after personally entering the fog did he perceive its terror.

His brows furrowed, and a streak of blood brilliance lit up in Xu Yuan’s eyes, instantly dispelling those stray thoughts.

To commoners, the ghostly fog is indeed an unsolvable horror.

Those who enter it perish.

But to cultivators, especially high-level cultivators, the ghostly fog is not much of an issue. The greater threat within it comes from the demonic ghosts.

Of course, there’s also the erosion of the human body by the fog.

But this process would be very slow. With his and Tianyan’s cultivation levels, unless they stayed inside for decades, it wouldn’t be possible to turn into ghosts.

After the cultivation technique began to circulate, Xu Yuan’s vision, which was originally plunged into darkness, returned to normal.

The white fog was still that white fog, and the girl beside him was looking at him with an ironic face.

Xu Yuan smacked his lips and asked,

"What are you looking at?"

Tianyan’s golden eyes shone like the rising sun amidst the ghostly fog, but her stunning face was full of disdain,

"All show and no go. To think you have the cultivation of the Primordial Realm and yet you fell for something as trivial as ghostly fog, truly weak."

Xu Yuan’s eyelid twitched, and then he cheekily smiled,

"Yes, I am indeed that weak."

As he spoke, he lightly tugged with his hands clasped, and then enveloped the young girl in his embrace:

"That’s why I need to rely on you, sister, to protect me."

Tianyan pushed him away with her hand and glared at him:

"As the son of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, a man of your stature, you act like a hooligan without any integrity."

After being pushed away, Xu Yuan drew close again with a smile:

"It’s been seven years, you should be used to it by now, shouldn’t you?"

"...Hmph."

Tianyan’s delicate and frail body trembled slightly as she snorted, "Don’t hug and embrace me all the time, don’t distract me in the mist."

Xu Yuan looked at her expression and smiled gently:

"Then I will listen to whatever you say, Yan’er."

"Hmph..."

Tianyan humphed and then instantly looked up, her eyes filled with indignation, "What did you just call me?"

Xu Yuan, as if it were a matter of course, replied, "Yan’er."

"Don’t call me that," Tianyan’s gaze grew colder.

Xu Yuan, his expression feigned innocence, "Alright, Yan’er."

As he finished speaking, what Xu Yuan received was not a shy agreement but a sharp, cold rebuke:

"Xu Yuan, are you seeking death?"

"...." Xu Yuan was slightly taken aback.

Tianyan narrowed her beautiful eyes into sparkling slits, fixing her gaze on him, "Who allowed you to call me that?"

The sound of the wind from the fall whistled past his ears, and amidst the fluttering sleeves, he saw the annoyance in her eyes clearly.

She’s angry.....

Contemplating for an instant, Xu Yuan suddenly realized.

He had been too hasty.

Tianyan’s tacit acceptance of physical contact had made him subconsciously think her emotional barriers had significantly lowered, creating an opening for him to step in, but he had overlooked Tianyan’s contrary nature.

She hadn’t yet chosen between reality and emotion,

Because of her feelings for him, she could tacitly agree to unspoken physical intimacies, but verbally, she still couldn’t manage to pierce through that paper window.

Because to admit it meant there would be no turning back.

The Tianyan of now needed some plausible excuses to conceal her feelings.

Such as removing the Charm Poison, such as... the pretext she used to hold his hand just now.

The mist could be dangerous, she was afraid of getting lost; therefore, she needed his protection.

Even if the reason was absurd, it could still serve as camouflage for his impertinence.....

"....."

With this in mind, Xu Yuan looked at the young girl before him with a stern expression, and his heart lightly curled his lips.

What a contrary character.

But it’s quite alright; not confirming the relationship now, after deeper interaction, there will come a time for you to cry.

During their eye contact, Tianyan also realized her earlier meltdown, a hint of regret flashed in her eyes, and her voice softened a bit:

"Don’t call me Yan’er."

Xu Yuan blinked, his expression innocent:

"Then what should I call you? Hey?"

Tianyan turned her face away, her voice dropping a few notches:

"I have a name, don’t I?"

"Tianyan?"

"Mhm."

"Then from now on, you call me Xu Yuan too."

"Mhm?"

"I prefer others to call me Xu Yuan, not Changtian."