Xuan Di looked at the frightened old man with the long beard, his icy eyes deep and dark. He waved his folding fan, still with that nonchalant demeanor, and a casual smile played on his lips. "Grand Preceptor Changxu? Why are you so frightened when you see me, Grand Preceptor?"
The next moment, the smile on the young man's lips suddenly turned cold. Without giving the Grand Preceptor Changxu a chance to speak, he went straight to the point and gave a cold laugh, "Could it be that the Grand Preceptor is doing something bad, which is why he is so guilty?"
"What nonsense are you spouting!" Grand Preceptor Changxu retorted angrily.
At Xuan Di's request, not many people knew about the arrival of the Five Young Masters of Hengchang in the capital. Apart from the Emperor, Empress Dowager, Crown Prince, and their three little ones, probably only the Duke of Zhongwu and the people in the Jingzhao Prefecture knew.
The Grand Preceptor Changxu looked the boy up and down, but he didn't recognize him at all. He was relieved to the point of being able to see it with his own eyes.
Xuan Di watched the actions of the Grand Preceptor Chang Xu, his icy eyes narrowing dangerously.
At this moment, the shock of the Grand Preceptor Changxu had gradually dissipated, and he calmed down. He slowly straightened up, straightened his clothes, and his grand demeanor as a Grand Preceptor returned.
He glanced sideways at Xuandi, his contemptuous gaze conveying the message of "you mortals," and his tone was befitting of his status as the Imperial Preceptor—self-righteous and aloof.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here! Since you know my identity, how dare you treat me like this! How utterly insolent!"
Having said that, he flicked his sleeve, raised his chin, raised his eyebrows in anger, and glared at Xuan Di, looking as if he were waiting for him to kneel down and admit his mistake in fear.
But who is Xuandi?
Listening to Grand Preceptor Changxu's words and seeing his appearance, he seemed to have heard a huge joke, and let out a sneer, mocking him.
The Grand Preceptor Changxu did not receive a terrified apology, but instead heard this voice. He was clearly taken aback for a moment, and then immediately turned around with a fierce expression, only to meet Xuandi's undisguised murderous gaze, which was full of mockery, as if he were looking at a clown that he could crush with a single finger.
"You...you're being insolent!"
When the Grand Preceptor Changxu met that gaze, he was immediately taken aback, and his stern rebuke turned into one of trepidation.
"Insolence?" Xuan Di's thin lips curled into a cold smile as he casually chewed on the word. His icy eyes were filled with murderous intent, which he made no attempt to conceal. He leisurely swept his gaze over the Grand Preceptor Chang Xu, his arrogant and unrestrained manner forcing Chang Xu to break out in a cold sweat.
In an instant, the Grand Preceptor Changxu felt as if each gaze was a sharp blade, slowly tearing him apart...
"You, you..." Changxu took two steps back, shaking her legs, and only then did she feel that the uncomfortable feeling of being unable to move was gone.
With the oppressive aura that seemed to be crushing him gone, the fear dissipated, and the Grand Preceptor Changxu belatedly realized that he had been drenched in a cold sweat by a mere young boy.
A surge of shame and indignation welled up within him, and his face immediately darkened. He took a deep breath and regained his composure, "Kid, didn't your parents tell you what gods are!"
"God? Ha, is that you?" Xuan Di's thin lips curled into a cold smile as he looked at him mockingly.
Grand Preceptor Changxu snorted coldly, straightened his clothes again, and raised his chin once more. "How could the gods deign to even glance at a mere child like you? I, the Grand Preceptor, have sought immortality for decades before I have earned the right to hear divine instructions. To you, I, the Grand Preceptor, am a god!"
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