"Who are you?"
This was Monica Zhang's instinctive reaction.
But out of the corner of her eye, Monica noticed the steady stream of students passing by—something about the crowd brought a strange sense of reassurance. After all, there were so many people here, and this was Southland University.
There was nothing to worry about.
"Are you Andrew Han's elder?" Monica looked at Leon Yu with a hint of caution. "Andrew's never mentioned any elders to me."
The girl felt a bit puzzled.
Although she was very close to Andrew Han, their relationship hadn't been made explicit. She could sense that, while Andrew had once been reserved, now he seemed a bit wary.
As if—
He was waiting for something.
For that reason, Monica had only scrolled through Andrew's Meizu X6 photo album, quietly glimpsing photos of Lucy Han and Chen Shu, but hadn't dared to look any further up.
As for this elder of Andrew Han standing before her—
"How can you prove it?" Monica suddenly had an idea. "Wait, let me call Andrew."
"Alright."
Leon Yu smiled faintly.
It was afternoon, and the early spring sunlight was warm and gentle, making people feel drowsy. The recently ended drizzle still lingered in the air and on the ground, leaving a trace of dampness.
Nearby,
Three girls walked arm in arm along the edge of the road, but none of their gazes landed on Monica Zhang, who was standing right there.
It was obvious this was Leon Yu's doing.
For the top powerhouses of the Martial Arts World, shielding ordinary people's senses was no challenge—it was simply a combination of light distortion and sensory confusion.
The three girls kept walking, probably heading back to their dormitory.