TSFLIP Chapter 607

The man had appeared without a sound. Handsome and refined, he looked quite young. His features were flawless, though in a world overflowing with beautiful men, he wouldn’t exactly rank in the top tier. What made him stand out was his charisma—an unruly glint in his smile, and clear, deep eyes that seemed to see right through people. He had an aura about him—equal parts laid-back charm and polished elegance. Even a casual smile carried a magnetic pull.

Fengguang felt her heart skip a beat. It took considerable effort to pull herself back from being dazzled by his looks. She glanced toward the ongoing fight nearby, then turned to him and whispered nervously, “What are you doing hiding here?”

He smiled. “Then what are you doing hiding here?”

“Avoiding getting caught in the crossfire.”

He chuckled, exuding effortless charm. “I just happened to be passing by and thought I’d watch the show with you.”

Well… she couldn’t argue with that. She nodded, serious. “Hmm… fair point.”

Without warning, she pulled out a talisman and slapped it onto his forehead.

The man went silent, stared at her for a moment, then calmly peeled the charm off. “Is this… your way of saying hello?”

“You’re not a demon or ghost?” Fengguang asked, noting his complete lack of reaction.

He looked genuinely confused. “Why would you think I am?”

“Well…” she pointed toward the chaos unfolding nearby. “You don’t think that is weird?”

He tilted his head slightly. “Why would I? You seem to think it’s perfectly normal.”

Fengguang scratched her chin. Could he be like her—a cultivator?

He asked, “Who do you think is going to win?”

As he held out his hand, she instinctively handed him some sunflower seeds, then pretended to think deeply. “Hard to say… but I think my sister’s gonna lose.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” he replied, cracking a seed casually. “She’s got decent cultivation skills, but she ran into someone stronger—no, something stronger. A demon.”

“Right? I haven’t seen her struggle this much in a long time,” Fengguang agreed, spitting the shells neatly into her hand. She might not be all virtue and morality, but she knew better than to litter.

“Plus, that guy outclasses her in cultivation but keeps dodging instead of attacking. He’s toying with her.”

“So what you’re saying is… this handsome guy is into my sister?”

“Mmhmm. With my sharp eyes, I’d say he’s interested.”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Teacher-student romance, huh?”

The two of them leaned behind the tree, munching seeds and chatting like a pair of nosy aunties gossiping in the courtyard.

Meanwhile, over on Yan Yu’s side, the fight was nearing its end. As one of Master Ziwei’s prized disciples, she wasn’t so dense as to miss the fact that this man had been playing with her the whole time. She leapt back, sword in hand, her expression cold as frost. “What is a demon like you doing at our school? Do you think just because your cultivation is higher, you can do whatever you want?!”

Her tone made it clear—she was livid.

Jun Yu’s face remained expressionless. “I’m only here for one reason—to find someone.”

“To find someone?” Yan Yu narrowed her eyes. “Don’t tell me other demons are hiding in the school!”

Jun Yu didn’t respond. Instead, his eyes lingered on her before shifting toward Fengguang, who was still hiding behind the tree, acting like none of this had anything to do with her. His gaze caught her off guard—she even forgot about her sunflower seeds.

Finally, Jun Yu looked away. “We’ll meet again.”

And with that, he turned into a cloud of black mist and vanished.

As for that parting line—“We’ll meet again”—no one could be sure who it was meant for.