"This is outrageous! He usually hides in a corner and doesn't even dare to talk to us. How could such a person make Senior Sister Qingli approach him?"
"Senior Brother Zhao is so embarrassed today. It's so miserable!"
Zhao Qingyue's expression grew increasingly grim as he listened to these discussions. His gaze locked coldly on Xiang Fan, his tone stern, "Well, if that's the case, then let me see how you can defeat me."
The atmosphere on the field suddenly became extremely tense, as if a conflict would break out at any moment. However, Lu Qingli continued to smile. She spoke slowly, her tone gentle but unquestionable, "Senior Brother Zhao, today's incident is just a small matter. There's no need to hurt the relationship. I hope you can be more understanding and not embarrass this junior brother."
Anger welled up in Zhao Qingyue's eyes, and the sneer on his face grew more pronounced. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his inner anger, but his gaze towards Xiang Fan was already filled with deep hostility. He snorted coldly, a mocking smile on his lips. "Well, since Junior Sister says so, Zhao will say no more. But—Xiang Fan, I will remember you."
With that, he flicked his sleeves, turned, and strode toward the flying boat. His figure stood tall and aloof, carrying an air of untouchability. His accompanying disciples followed closely behind him. The boat's hatch slowly closed, and a wave of spiritual energy, carrying a hint of anger, pierced the air, eventually disappearing into the horizon.
Xiang Fan, however, felt as if he had been stripped naked in public, completely humiliated. He lowered his head, his face flushed red, and his steps felt heavy as if he were carrying a heavy burden. He could only hear the surrounding disciples' chatter, every word like a needle piercing his heart:
"It's incredible that Senior Sister Qingli actually chose him!"
"Isn't it possible that Xiang Fan's ancestors are dying?"
"Senior Brother Zhao has really failed this time. He must be very angry when he returns."
Xiang Fan gritted his teeth and wailed in his heart, "Why me... why drag me into this..."
Lu Qingli lowered her head slightly and glanced at him. Her smile was a little apologetic, and her eyes were gentle and determined. She said softly, "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you."
Xiang Fan felt that those words both warmed him and made him even more nervous. His throat moved, but in the end, he said nothing. He could only let Lu Qingli lead him, following her through the crowd of onlookers, slowly walking out of the crowd.
Lu Qingli's back remained as graceful as a painting, while Xiang Fan bowed his head and hunched his waist, as if he would melt into thin air in the next second. The two figures disappeared at the end of the crowd, leaving behind a blanket of shock and lingering discussions.
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