Ye Fan was already at the point where Li Xiaoman was just another person to him. The only relationship they had now was being stranded within this new world.
Other than that, there was nothing else. Their past had slowly faded with time.
He had thought about it before. They couldn't be together again, as they didn't have their old feelings, but he thought they could still be friends. But their last encounter made him realize that that was just wishful thinking.
Ye Fan didn't plan on going to see Li Xiaoman. Rather than that cold indifference, it was better to just act as strangers briefly brushing past each other.
Before coming here, Ji Ziyue had applied a heavy layer of makeup to her face so that she appeared completely different. Her eyes were as sharp as ever, managing to sense Ye Fan's change in mood.
Within the endless mountains, these 108 main peaks represented 108 different kinds of inheritances. They were the main reason for the Taixuan sect's continued prosperity.
