The One I'm Looking at... is You

Lu Fan looked at the somewhat decadent middle-aged man and raised an eyebrow.

The familiar temperament slowly overlapped with the vague figure formed by the spiritual energy from the pulpit in Zhongdao Tai.

Nie Changqing... it seems to be this person in front of his eyes.

Ning Zhao stood in front of Lu Fan, with a touch of solemnity on her beautiful face.

This seemingly weary butcher actually gave her a sense of crisis.

A grandmaster?

But not quite, because the blood and energy of the person in front of them seemed to be excessively stagnant.

There is actually such a figure in Beiluo City!

Yue Yi's slender hand was already placed on the long whip at her waist, her whole body tense.

Her strength is not as good as Ning Zhao, so she feels it even more. When the weary butcher in front of her glares at her, her pores contract and her blood flow becomes sluggish.

As for Ni Yu...

She had reached the point of despair, leaning against Lu Fan's wheelchair, her eyes lifeless.

If she took the wrong path a few more times, she would be punished and not allowed to eat.

Ni Yu really wanted to slap herself. Why did she have to show off when it came to the butcher shop?

She hadn't eaten for days now, she was afraid she would starve to death.

The young lord praised her for being able to eat, but now he's going to starve her...

The young lord is getting worse and worse.

...

Nie Changqing looked at Lu Fan, protecting the big-headed boy in his arms.

His gaze was suspicious because Lu Fan's words made him slightly dazed.

The words spoken by the boy in the wheelchair, although arrogant between the lines, felt very plain and natural.

"You're not from the Dao Sect?" Nie Changqing's hoarse voice echoed in the alley again.

"The young lord is the young master of Beiluo City and has nothing to do with the Dao Sect," Ning Zhao said.

Lu Fan sat in the wheelchair, with a smile on his face. One hand supported his chin, while the other lightly tapped on the woolen blanket spread over his legs.

He didn't look at Nie Changqing, his gaze fell on the big-headed boy protected by Nie Changqing.

The boy's eyes were really clear, like the clean sky, pure without any impurities or dust.

When their gazes met, even the self-proclaimed pure Lu Fan couldn't help but blush.

It seemed that Lu Fan's gaze was too intense.

The big-headed boy shrank back slightly, a bit fearful, hiding in Nie Changqing's arms.

"So it's Young Master Lu. May I ask if there's anything the young master needs in our humble shop?" Nie Changqing's tense heart slightly relaxed upon hearing Lu Fan's identity.

However, he still didn't let his guard down because why would Lu Fan know that he was a discarded disciple of the Dao Sect? He had been hiding in Beiluo City for five years, and no one could possibly know his whereabouts. He even changed his name to "Nie RouRong" to protect Nie Shuang.

But Lu Fan still found him.

Therefore, Nie Changqing dared not be sure whether Lu Fan was unrelated to the Dao Sect.

"What is his name?" Lu Fan sat in the wheelchair and lightly pointed to the big-headed boy in Nie Changqing's arms, smiling.

Nie Changqing's heart tightened, and he held the boy tightly, burying his head in his own embrace, which smelled of the stench of pork.

"Young Master Lu, my son's name is something that the young master cannot hear," Nie Changqing said, with a strong refusal in his words.

The smile on Lu Fan's face slowly disappeared.

 He looked at Nie Changqing with a serious expression in his eyes.

"People in the martial world have no control over their own fate. Do you think you can live a peaceful life just by hiding your identity?" Lu Fan said seriously.

"You don't think about yourself, nor do you think about your son?" Lu Fan continued.

Nie Fan was stunned.

He didn't expect Lu Fan to say such words.

However, Nie Changqing did not refute, he remained silent.

He touched Nie Shuang's head and felt a sense of melancholy.

"Is it wrong to be an ordinary butcher?" Nie Changqing asked.

"As parents, don't we just want him to live a safe and ordinary life?" Nie Changqing said bitterly.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

He ignored Nie Changqing and looked at the big-headed boy.

"Little guy, tell your brother, do you want to be a butcher?" Lu Fan asked with a smile.

Nie Shuang turned his head and looked at Lu Fan, his big eyes shining with intelligence.

"No... I don't want to," Nie Shuang said.

"Shuang'er..." Nie Changqing was surprised.

The big-headed boy looked at Nie Changqing with a stubborn and serious expression, "Because dad doesn't like being a butcher."

"If dad doesn't like it, then Shuang'er doesn't like it either."

Nie Shuang said earnestly.

Nie Changqing looked at his son's face and felt his heart squeeze tightly.

Lu Fan leaned back in his wheelchair and smoothed out the wrinkles on the woolen blanket on his lap.

"He is a true talent, but you let him be obscured," Lu Fan said softly.

"Do you know you are committing a crime?" Lu Fan said.

Both Ning Zhao and Yi Yue didn't know what to say.

Their young master was indeed a talented person appreciated by the national teacher, every word he said was full of wisdom.

Even Ni Yu, who was originally listless, suddenly became spirited.

"Ni Yu is also a true talent, but the young master let Ni Yu be obscured, this is... a crime!" Ni Yu's face turned excitedly red.

Lu Fan's mouth twitched.

He glanced at Ni Yu and said, "Shut up. If you speak again, I'll beat you."

Ni Yu trembled all over.

And quickly covered her mouth.

The young master's indifference pierced her heart like a cold arrow.

Tears welled up in her eyes,

She... pounded her chest and stomped her feet, unable to speak.

Nie Changqing remained silent.

After a long time, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"So... Young Master Lu, are you interested in my son and want to cultivate him?" Nie Changqing asked.

The big-headed boy Nie Shuang was also staring at Lu Fan with bright eyes.

He yearned for the outside world, he wanted to spread his wings like an eagle, he wanted to become strong and find his mother!

Lu Fan, sitting in a wheelchair, raised an eyebrow and looked at the big-headed boy appreciatively.

Then, he slowly spoke.

"No... I'm interested in you."

The most fearful thing is when the air suddenly becomes quiet.

The bright eyes of the big-headed boy instantly froze.

He was a bit confused.

At this moment, he suddenly understood the desolate feeling of the little maid who had nothing to live for.

Nie Changqing was also stunned, as if he hadn't come back to his senses.

In the next moment, his facial muscles twitched slightly.

"Young Master Lu, I apologize for my feelings towards someone else." Nie Changqing said, his face trembling slightly.

Lu Fan: "???"

"The small shop is closing early today... I'm sorry." Nie Changqing said, and then quickly took down the hanging pieces of pork and threw them into the bamboo basket. He carried the bamboo basket, wearing grass shoes, and left along the small alley in the market with the big-headed boy.

Looking at Nie Changqing who was leaving quickly, Ning Zhao hesitated for a moment and looked at Lu Fan with a strange look.

"Young master... should I go and capture him?" Ning Zhao asked.

Lu Fan leaned back in his wheelchair and touched his fair chin, his mouth slightly raised.

"No hurry, he will feel my sincerity sooner or later."