"For me?"
Hearing Martin Wu's words, Selina Wu was left dazed once again.
Before this, Selina Wu did genuinely have a good impression of Evan Lin, and from time to time, she’d even thought about that sort of thing.
But she’d never really considered it on a deeper level.
After all, Selina Wu doesn’t really like the feeling of being tied down.
Now, listening to Martin Wu’s analysis, Selina’s feelings deep inside changed a little.
"Obviously! Otherwise, why do you think he ran off to Oceanport all by himself?"
Martin Wu sighed, "Selina, you’re my sister. As your brother, I’ve never really been a good role model growing up."
"But believe me, I really think Evan Lin is a pretty decent guy."
"If you end up with him, you’ll never be wronged. Plus, you’ve seen it yourself—he’s Master Lin from Seacrest, insanely strong, and his talent is off the charts. If it were anyone else, wouldn’t they be surrounded by girls already?"
His gaze landed on Selina Wu, then shifted to the stunned faces of Leon Lu and the others.
"Yeah, feelings."
Martin Wu even paused to confirm it to himself as he spoke.
"Oh, and if I’m not mistaken—"
"The Master Lin from Seacrest who buried Mo Yang on Thousand-Saints Mountain in Brightsea City—that was him too."
At that, Martin Wu glanced over at Evan Lin.
Leon Lu, Gloria Rong, and the others all turned to look in that direction too.
Mo Yang’s name has been famous across Seacrest for decades—a true master from the old days.
Back then, the news that Mo Yang was defeated by Master Lin from Seacrest on Thousand-Saints Mountain spread everywhere.
Most people were busy debating the identity of Master Lin from Seacrest, since rumor had it he was under twenty years old.
Selina Wu asked herself.
At the same time, Selina Wu remembered that day in Whitewood.
She rode her bike, wearing a baseball cap, to say goodbye to Evan Lin, and saw two girls standing next to him.
One was Linda Chen, a very pretty girl; the other was Yoyo Fang, dressed with a carefree style.
Both girls, in their own way, showed a vague hostility toward Selina.
So, probably, those girls liked him too.
Thinking about this, Selina Wu frowned, unable to describe exactly what she was feeling inside.
On the other side, Evan Lin kept moving forward, petals swirling around him like flying knives, slashing through the air and crashing into the barrier beside him.
Again and again, bursts of buzzing sounds erupted.
His pace was steady—not fast, not slow—as he endured thousands of waves of qi attacks, step by step approaching Night Spring.
Night Spring was stunned.
Usually, anyone entering the formation would use magical artifacts or brute force to resist the qi.
But to see someone just shoulder the pressure of the whole formation and walk straight through—she’d never seen a monster like this before.
Especially since this kid actually succeeded?
He walked right up to her.
Night Spring’s emotions were in turmoil.
Selina Wu’s mind was a mess.
After listening to Martin Wu, she looked at Evan Lin again, her emotions suddenly more complicated.
With the petals gone, the Spring Gate was quiet.
Only the youth stood there, head slightly raised, gaze indifferent as he looked at Night Spring, speaking softly: “Now, shall I drag you, the formation eye, down myself… or will you come down on your own?”
Selina Wu asked herself.
At the same time, Selina Wu remembered that day in Whitewood.
She rode her bike, wearing a baseball cap, to say goodbye to Evan Lin, and saw two girls standing next to him.
One was Linda Chen, a very pretty girl; the other was Yoyo Fang, dressed with a carefree style.
Both girls, in their own way, showed a vague hostility toward Selina.
So, probably, those girls liked him too.
Thinking about this, Selina Wu frowned, unable to describe exactly what she was feeling inside.
On the other side, Evan Lin kept moving forward, petals swirling around him like flying knives, slashing through the air and crashing into the barrier beside him.
Again and again, bursts of buzzing sounds erupted.
His pace was steady—not fast, not slow—as he endured thousands of waves of qi attacks, step by step approaching Night Spring.
Night Spring was stunned.
Usually, anyone entering the formation would use magical artifacts or brute force to resist the qi.
But to see someone just shoulder the pressure of the whole formation and walk straight through—she’d never seen a monster like this before.
Especially since this kid actually succeeded?
He walked right up to her.
Night Spring’s emotions were in turmoil.
Suddenly, she sensed a gentle breeze around them.
The countless terrifying petals in front of Evan Lin were swept away by this sudden breeze.
With the petals gone, the Spring Gate was quiet.
Only the youth stood there, head slightly raised, gaze indifferent as he looked at Night Spring, speaking softly: “Now, shall I drag you, the formation eye, down myself… or will you come down on your own?”
Or will you leave on your own?