Tian Bufan was calmly looking at him, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Young Master Tian, you...?" Lin Yi was instantly dumbfounded, "You... why are you so normal? Haven't you lost your way?"
"Lost?" A hint of mockery appeared on Tian Bufan's lips, "Because this knowledge is still within my 'comprehension.'
Tian Bufan glanced at him and said indifferently, "It's good that you just followed your feelings to 'sense,' if you had gotten your 'feeling' from that lamp, then I would have had a really bad headache..."
He rubbed his brow and reminded, "Alright, you sensed it, but don't stare at it too long, watch out for the flames distorting your shadow."
Lin Yi stood there, stunned. Tian Bufan's words... why did they suddenly become so profound?
Tian Bufan didn't say much more, only slowly saying, "Everyone has their strengths, don't overthink it; if there are any problems, we'll talk about them tonight at the dormitory."