Because it was too late yesterday and he was afraid of being exposed, Jing Zhe sneaked around whether he was coming or leaving.
But today was different. Jing Zhe, accompanied by Zhang Xiaoyu, swaggered into the main entrance of Wuxian Pavilion.
"Husband, if we go through the main gate, will we be able to get in? Or should we sneak in by flying in again?"
Zhang Xiaoyu also knew that Wuxian Pavilion was one of the four major sects and a supreme existence in Ruzhou City. Without notifying Mu Qingren in advance, it seemed difficult to enter. It would be better to just fly in secretly like last night!
"Don't you think about who your husband is? Others might not be able to get in, but how could I not? Besides, it's not the middle of the night. If we sneak in and people find out, wouldn't we be a laughingstock?"
Jing Zhe patted his chest, somewhat smug.
At this moment, the two disciples guarding the gate of Wuxian Pavilion saw Jing Zhe and Zhang Xiaoyu approaching and immediately stepped forward to stop them.
"Who goes there? This is the sacred grounds of Wuxian Pavilion; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter..."
The guards were two young female disciples, who were quite curious because Wuxian Pavilion was extremely famous in Ruzhou, and no one would dare to trespass here on ordinary days.
However, after seeing Jing Zhe's appearance, their tone became much gentler, and "No unauthorized personnel allowed" was transformed into "Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter."
As Jing Zhe said, his identity is indeed very special.
Mu Qingren is the head of Wuxian Pavilion, and as her man, Jing Zhe can be considered half the master of Wuxian Pavilion. In addition, he just patted his chest to make a guarantee, so when Zhang Xiaoyu saw him being turned away, she covered her mouth and chuckled.
"My husband, I knew it! We should have sneaked in."
"..."
Jing Zhe's face flushed red as he prepared to reveal his identity.
"Is it... President Jing?"
Just then, a female disciple happened to pass by the door, glanced at it casually, and then quickly ran over.
Jing Zhe smiled and said, "You know me?"
The female disciple nodded hurriedly, then shook her head, saying shyly, "I've only met President Jing before, I don't know him personally."
Jing Zhe thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "You also participated in the martial arts tournament before the New Year, right?"
During the martial arts tournament, Mu Qingren brought many disciples from Wuxian Pavilion, all of whom had met Jing Zhe.
The female disciple smiled sweetly and said, "Yes! I witnessed the whole thing when President Jing won the title of Martial Arts Alliance Leader!"
Jing Zhe nodded. "I see."
"President Jing, are you here to see our sect leader, or to see our Senior Sister Yingqiu?"
During the martial arts tournament, Jing Zhe was very close to Mu Qingren and Wang Yingqiu. On the surface, the disciples of Wuxian Pavilion dared not say anything, but in private they discussed it endlessly. Some said that Jing Zhe was with Mu Qingren, while others said that Jing Zhe was with Wang Yingqiu. They even split into two factions because of this.
Regardless of which faction they belonged to, they all felt that it would be wonderful if Mu Qingren and Wang Yingqiu could be with Jing Zhe, because in their hearts, Jing Zhe was the most perfect being.
That's why the female disciple asked that question.
"I'm looking for both your sect leader and your senior sister."
"..."
The female disciple paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Alright, then I'll take President Jing there!"
Jing Zhe waved his hand, "No need, I've been to Wuxian Pavilion before, so I'm quite familiar with this place. I'll just go by myself! But thank you anyway."
After saying that, Jing Zhe pulled Zhang Xiaoyu inside.
"..."
The female disciple was still in a daze, watching the two figures disappear into the distance.
"That's President Jing?"
"Really that young?"
"Is it really that beautiful?"
"And... he was looking for the Sect Leader and Senior Sister, could it be that he's not just seeing the Sect Leader or Senior Sister, but..."
The two female disciples guarding the gate had never been to the martial arts tournament, so they had only heard of Jing Zhe.
The female disciple who had been talking to Jing Zhe came to her senses and said with a smug look in her eyes, "Hehe, what did I say before? You didn't believe me, but now that you've seen it with your own eyes, you should believe me, right?"
"..."
...
At this moment, Mu Qingren was sitting with Wang Yingqiu in the front hall of Wuxian Pavilion.
When they saw Jing Zhe and Zhang Xiaoyu appear outside the hall, the two immediately came out to greet them. However, there was not much surprise on their faces, as if they had known that Jing Zhe would come all along.
However, one looked excited, while the other looked regretful.
Jing Zhe asked curiously, "What's wrong with you all?"
Wang Yingqiu laughed and said, "I just made a bet with my master."
"Oh? What are you betting on?"
"I bet you'll go to your sixth sister's place tonight, or you'll come to our Wuxian Pavilion!"
"So who won?"
Jing Zhe asked curiously.
Wang Yingqiu laughed after hearing this, but instead of saying who won or lost, she asked, "Look at our expressions, can't you guess who won?"
"..."
In fact, Jing Zhe had already guessed it, because from the moment he saw them enter, he saw that Wang Yingqiu's expression was excited, while Mu Qingren's face fell.
Without a doubt, Wang Yingqiu won.
But then he asked curiously, "So what are your bets?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, the faces of the three women in the room flushed red instantly. Even though they were all Jing Zhe's women, they still couldn't stand being teased like that to his face.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Not only Wang Yingqiu, but Mu Qingren and Zhang Xiaoyu were also speechless: What is this guy thinking about all day? How could he make such a connection?
Or is it that he's thinking something and saying it out loud—he wouldn't be thinking about that kind of thing all day long, would he? No wonder he's so capable…
Jing Zhe, clutching his arm where Wang Yingqiu had pinched him until it turned purple, said with dissatisfaction, "You said it! Besides this, what else can we compare sizes? What, you want to compare ages? If it's about age, then there's no need to compare, because—"
"Why?"
Mu Qingren, who had been in a bad mood, finally spoke, but her tone was frighteningly cold, and she looked at Jing Zhe with a very unfriendly gaze.
"Uh...it's nothing..."
If you had to pick one topic that women care about most, it would undoubtedly be age, especially for an older woman…
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