Fang Lingxin and Shui Qianrou watched, thoroughly amused.
"Those two are as close as ever."
Fang Shuwen sighed. Every time he saw Chen Yan, he couldn't help but want a mount of his own.
But alas, he didn't have one...
'Miao Feichan is fast, but asking someone to be your mount is just a joke. How could anyone actually do something like that?'
'Still, that day at the Cold Ice Pavilion, I was fortunate enough to have her carry me on her back for a short distance. She was incomparably faster than me.'
'I wonder where she is now?'
'If I get the chance, I'll have to ask her for more pointers on the Lightweight Technique.'
His mind drifted through these miscellaneous thoughts as he made casual small talk with Chen Yan along the way. They only discussed trivial matters. The things he really wanted to inquire about would have to wait until they could find a place to sit down and talk at length.
They soon arrived at Langhuan Restaurant. It was already a bit past the peak dining hour.
