As Mu Qianxue finished her brief lecture on cultivation fundamentals, her sharp gaze swept over the gathered disciples—only to halt on one particularly distracted individual.
Lin Fan.
He was staring.
Not at her eyes.
Not at her hands.
But directly at her chest.
Again.
Mu Qianxue let out a long, tired sigh.
It wasn't the first time, and judging by the look on his face, it likely wouldn't be the last.
"Lin Fan," Mu Qianxue said flatly, not bothering to hide her exasperation:
"Focus on the basics. Don't let a mere female body part fry your brain into paste."
The words landed like thunder, and the entire area went dead silent.
Lin Fan's face turned ten shades of red.
He coughed violently, as if her words had physically struck him in the gut, and rubbed the back of his head in shame.
"I-I didn't mean to stare!" Lin Fan stammered:
"I was trying to concentrate, and my eyes just… ended up there!"
Mu Qianxue closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.
