Early the next morning.
Xiao Yingyun had sought out Lin Fan. Today, Xiao Yingyun was dressed in a long purple robe, the hem of the dress just grazing her ankles.
When Xiao Yingyun appeared, Lin Fan felt like a string of wisteria had just bloomed before his eyes.
"Lin Fan."
Upon seeing Lin Fan, Xiao Yingyun greeted him indifferently.
"Ying Yun, you've come. How does it feel to have inherited the Ancient Saint Inheritance yesterday?" Lin Fan responded casually.
However, hearing Lin Fan's voice, Xiao Yingyun's eyebrows tightened slightly, her voice turning somewhat detached, "From now on, you should call me Miss Xiao! I'm afraid that if you call me by my name, it's too intimate and others might misunderstand upon seeing us!"
"Oh? Miss Xiao?"
Lin Fan was taken aback and then a faint smile appeared on his face, "Very well, Miss Xiao!!!"
Even though Lin Fan's tone carried a hint of displeasure.
