The Infant Whose Heart, Bones, and Eye Were Taken:Cultivating into a Demon

The corridor was bustling as a group of people walked towards Fang Ling.

Fang Ling calmly brushed past them, but his heart was not as tranquil.

Meeting acquaintances while away from home is always a joy, but unfortunately, he couldn't truly meet her.

It had been nearly four years since he last saw Bai Ying, and she had changed significantly.

Now, she was like a celestial fairy—noble, aloof, and otherworldly, giving off an unattainable aura.

She was no longer the shy young girl who would secretly glance at him while playing the zither in the pavilion.

At the other end of the corridor, Bai Ying turned her head, almost as if guided by a ghostly hand, and looked at Fang Ling.

A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, but she quickly shook her head with a smile.

"Junior Sister, what's wrong?" her senior sister beside her asked.

"Do you know that strange guy we just passed?"

Bai Ying replied indifferently, "No, I don't know him."

"I just suddenly thought of someone."

"Who could be so charming that you've been thinking about them for years?" another person teased.

"Several prodigies have already expressed their admiration for you, but you ignore them all. It's infuriating."