Timing is crucial.
If Yi Lin chooses to ask this kind of question when Jian Nanchun is dealing with pain, surely he won't get a nice face.
Who can smile when in pain?
Upon self-reflection, Yi Lin realized he couldn't do it either.
As Jian Nanchun's pain faded away, he gently shook his leg under the table and looked up at the two innocent and carefree teenagers.
His gaze fell on Yi Lin's face, and a surge of inexplicable dislike subconsciously arose in his heart.
Strangely enough, Jian Nanchun couldn't pinpoint where this annoyance came from.
Jian Nanchun always felt the urge to hit him.
But as a cultivator of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Nanchun couldn't unfairly bully a child, right?
Thus, Jian Nanchun held back.
The other party was just a boy who aspired to join the Mysterious Gate.
That's all.
Faced with such soul-crushing questions, Jian Nanchun wasn't annoyed; he merely shook his head lightly: "Everyone has a ruler in their heart."
