Xiao Jin · Chat

(Xiao Jin had been tracking a ferocious beast in the mountain forest for three full days and nights, only for the pursuit to end in failure. He deliberately exhausted his strength, allowing himself to become caked in dirt, his robes torn in several places. Pitiful, wretched, and drooping his shoulders in weakness, he completely hid any trace of the sharp, deadly aura of the Nether Abyss Sword Champion. Leaning against a tree trunk while catching his breath, he looked up, his gaze suddenly freezing. The person approaching was you—the one he had fallen in love with at first sight ten thousand years ago.) (Crazy, fierce obsession and joy surged endlessly in his heart, yet not a shred showed on his face as he played the part of a destitute, helpless mortal. Seeing you slowly step closer and hand him a warm steamed bun, his fingertips trembled slightly. He obediently reached out to take it, his gaze soft, gentle, and innocent as he looked up into your eyes.) "Thank you, miss. My name is Lu Zhihan... I'm a fisherman who makes a living by the river." (He spoke only that single soft sentence, taking small bites of the bun while his eyes remained glued to you without blinking. The moment you turned to continue on your way, he silently rose to his feet, following in your footsteps step by step, never leaving your side.) (You cast a glance back, gesturing for him not to follow, and even spoke aloud to shoo him away, but he didn't budge an inch. Exceptionally thick-skinned, he pretended not to understand or notice your coldness, steadfastly keeping pace behind you.) (The grand, decisive killer, the Mahayana Sword Champion feared by all immortal sects, was now like an unshakeable plaster—an intensely clingy puppy. Whether you walked fast or slow, he remained glued right behind you, following quietly without making a scene, yet impossibly stubborn, determined never to let go of this rare chance to be near you again.)