An Yuxi sighed in her heart. She originally thought she could sever her feelings for Chi Yuan and push him towards Wenren Bingying to avoid a conflict between Chi Yuan and his disciple. However, after being forced to resign by Chi Yuan and understanding his feelings, she realized that she could not let go at all. This man had already left an indelible mark on her heart!

"How am I supposed to face Bingying now...?"

An Yuxi was overwhelmed with complex emotions. She never imagined that she and her disciple would one day fall in love with the same man... Now that she had promised Chi Yuan, she had no intention of backing down. If she really couldn't avoid competing with Wenren Bingying in the future, then she...

...

In the back garden of the city lord's mansion, there is a clear pond that is more than ten feet wide and several tens of feet long. Tables, chairs and tea tables are neatly arranged on both sides of the pond, with fine wine, delicacies, spiritual fruits and clear tea. Behind the seats, a group of beautiful maids stand in rows, each holding a flower lantern, which illuminates the two sides.

At this time, the moon was bright and the stars were few, and wisps of smoke and clouds drifted across the clear pond.

On the clear pond, more than ten beautiful dancers in colorful feathered robes and makeup treaded on the water, dancing gracefully to the melodious and gentle sound of the zither, drawing cheers from both sides.

However, Gan Zhen showed no interest in the beautiful dance performance; his eyes were fixed on Wenren Bingying.

Tonight, Wenren Bingying's face was covered by a light veil, obscuring her true appearance, but adding a touch of hazy beauty that made people want to lift the veil and find out what was behind her.

Gan Zhen's heart was stirred by what he saw. He deliberately attracted Wenren Bingying's attention, so after the zither player finished playing a piece, he stood up and said loudly, "Everyone, Gan Zhen is also somewhat knowledgeable in music. Why don't I play a piece to entertain you all?"

Upon hearing this, a chorus of flattering responses immediately arose from the surroundings, and the zither player tactfully offered up her zither.

Gan Zhen immediately sat down in front of the zither. He looked at Wenren Bingying with tender eyes and began to pluck the strings, playing a melody.

"This piece of music..."

"It's Phoenix Seeking Its Mate!"

The melodious and continuous sound of the zither, like the tinkling of jade pendants, floated and rose. Many people recognized the tune of the piece. At that moment, they all suddenly realized that they were just supporting characters at this banquet, while Gan Zhen and Wenren Bingying were the main characters.

For a moment, many family heads looked at Wenren Ting and his wife with envy, as this was an excellent opportunity to curry favor with the royal family.

Rong Xinya smiled faintly, but she didn't think Gan Zhen could impress Wenren Bingying. If it weren't for Chi Yuan, Gan Zhen might have had a chance, but with Chi Yuan ahead of her, how could Wenren Bingying possibly look at Gan Zhen? It would just be a waste of time.

Just as Rong Xinya had predicted, Wenren Bingying had no interest in appreciating Gan Zhen's music. She found it noisy, and no matter how well Gan Zhen played, it couldn't compare to Fufeng Gongzi calling her Bingying.

"Didn't Young Master Fufeng say he was coming? Why..."

Wenren Bingying was getting increasingly annoyed. She didn't pay any attention to Gan Zhen for a moment, but anxiously stared at the entrance to the back garden. Just as she was getting restless, Chi Yuan's figure finally appeared in her field of vision.

"Young Master Fufeng has arrived!"

Wenren Bingying immediately stood up with joy and rushed towards Chi Yuan, along with her master and grandmaster.

Thump!

Upon seeing this, Gan Zhen unconsciously exerted force with his fingers, and a string snapped, bringing the music to an abrupt halt.

Gan Zhen lost all interest in playing the zither and looked at the newcomers with a gloomy expression. Sikong Yan also looked at Chi Yuan and the other two immediately. He recognized An Yuxi at a glance, but he didn't recognize Chi Yuan. However, the pretty girl next to Chi Yuan made him pause for a moment before his pupils suddenly contracted. How could he not recognize Feng Yaoyao? She was the ancestor of the Yingyue Sect, an existence that no one in the entire sect dared to offend. Even he had to be humble and fawn over her.

Sikong Yan immediately stood up, stepped in front of the three of them, and respectfully greeted Feng Yaoyao, saying, "Disciple Sikong Yan greets Martial Uncle Feng."

"Little Yanzi, you've really made something of yourself. After all these decades, you've risen to the position of sect leader."

Feng Yaoyao said casually.

Sikong Yan looked embarrassed, but still managed to say, "I am honored by your kindness, Uncle-Master. I was just lucky."

"It's good that you have the self-awareness."

Feng Yaoyao said in a very serious tone.

Sikong Yan dared not refute, and smiled awkwardly. Then he turned his gaze to An Yuxi and said gently, "Junior Sister An, it's been a long time."

"Sect Leader, Senior Brother."

An Yuxi nodded slightly and called out indifferently. She felt nothing for Sikong Yan, not because she disliked him, but because Sikong Yan had never made her feel anything. In her opinion, she and Sikong Yan had no affinity in that respect.

Therefore, she also intended to extinguish Sikong Yan's feelings for her.

"Disciple Ganzhen greets his grand-uncle and grand-grand-uncle."

Gan Zhen then walked over and respectfully greeted An Yuxi and Feng Yaoyao.

"Master, Grandmaster."

Wenren Bingying called out in a light and melodious voice, then came to Chi Yuan's side, her phoenix eyes sparkling with spring waves as she looked at Chi Yuan: "Young Master Fufeng."

Gan Zhen gave Chi Yuan a cold look, forced a gentle smile, and stepped forward to greet him, "Brother, I am Gan Zhen, the senior brother of Junior Sister Bingying from the same sect. May I ask..."

"presumptuous!"

Feng Yaoyao interrupted Gan Zhen with a sharp shout, scolding him impatiently, "Didn't your master teach you manners? How dare you address your senior uncle as an equal?"

"Uncle-Master?"

Gan Zhen was stunned upon hearing this. Chi Yuan was clearly of equal cultivation level to him, so how could he be his senior uncle?

Sikong Yan was also taken aback. Chi Yuan was actually of the same generation as him? Could it be that Chi Yuan was Feng Yaoyao's disciple?

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