Yan Ze watched the girl walking against the dim light. She was wearing a light pink dress, and her whole being seemed to be warmed by the sunlight, making it hard to look away.
Luo Jiu quietly looked up, then quickly fell back down.
There was no other reason than that Yan Ze's gaze was a bit too much for him to bear.
Luo Jiu unconsciously clenched her sweaty palms. Why was he looking at her like that? Could it be that she had found out about yesterday? But wasn't she a timid rabbit yesterday?
That can't be that magical, can it? He hasn't even entered the sect yet, and his identity has already been revealed. That would be too unlucky.
Yan Ze changed his posture, resting his chin on one hand, and looked at the girl who was dodging around not far away.
His expression was somewhat absent-minded, as if he was looking at Luo Jiu, or perhaps he was daydreaming. He tapped his fingers on the chair, as if trying to pass the time.
Finally, after one of the elders finished his long speech, the tedious meeting came to an end.
As for why Yan Ze, seated at the head of the table, didn't speak and instead seemed like an outsider, silently watching the selection meeting...
Rumors circulate that Yan Ze is a hypocrite, cold-hearted, and indifferent to everything. As the foremost figure in the cultivation world, one must first possess a compassionate heart and a strong sense of responsibility for the world.
He is not worthy to be the leader of the cultivation world!
Once upon a time, this rumor was extremely popular in the cultivation world. Those who admired Yan Ze and those who had direct interests with Yan Ze all took sides.
But during a small-scale war, this voice disappeared.
In any world, strength is the only measure of everything.
Yan Ze, alone, repelled an army of 40,000 from the Demon Realm. This war without gunpowder ended in Yan Ze's victory.
Yan Ze was indifferent to everything, and always gave people a very lazy and casual feeling. His willingness to accept the position of the head of the Xiuyun Immortal Sect was already beyond the expectations of many people.
The fact that he even came was already a huge favor to these old men; how could they dare to go up and make demands that might displease him?
Luo Jiu turned around and walked towards Wen Zhaobai.
She has never had good luck since she was a child, and she has changed everything herself. She has never believed in such mysterious things as luck.
Today, I've been so fortunate to become Wen Zhaobai's disciple; there must be some kind of system manipulating things behind the scenes. This feeling of being watched feels like cheating, but... it's actually not bad.
A subtle smile appeared on her face.
The soft morning light fell on Luo Jiu's head, like a thin veil covering her, making her breathtakingly beautiful and captivating.
Just then, Yan Ze, who had been looking lazy, suddenly sharpened his gaze. His deep pupils stared unblinkingly at Luo Jiu's waistline.
The disbandment of the selection event caused a stir. The crowd surged, and countless footsteps mingled, but Yan Ze caught a glimpse of a fleeting red light on Luo Jiu's body amidst the chaos.
Before, we were quite far away and blocked by the crowd, so we couldn't feel it.
Right now...
She exuded a familiar aura; it was clearly the Crimson Stone that he had found in the Demon Realm, so why was it on this woman?
He was utterly puzzled, his eyes fixed on Luo Jiu, trying to find the answer on her face.
Then, the woman ran happily to Wen Zhaobai's side, her small mouth opening and closing as if she were saying something.
The scene inexplicably stung Yan Ze, making him want to interrupt.
So he did just that.
He slowly stood up, and a deep, magnetic voice, carrying a hint of spiritual power, filled the entire hall.
"Quiet."
"Luo Jiu is intelligent and kind-hearted, and has been chosen as my last disciple."
These words caused an uproar throughout the room.
Hundreds of eyes began to look in Luo Jiu's direction.
The probing and intense gazes almost froze Luo Jiu's smile.
She looked at the man in the head seat with a puzzled expression, her mind filled with nothing but swear words that would be censored if spoken aloud.
What happened to your promise not to take on apprentices? Are you just bored with your current job?
I even warmed your blankets for half the night last night, so you should be in so much pain that you die!
Wen Zhaobai's brows furrowed slightly as he looked at the man in the head seat with some confusion. Then his brows relaxed gently.
Although he didn't understand why his master suddenly agreed to take him as a disciple, Wen Zhaobai's long-standing blind trust in him made him habitually obey.
A smile appeared on his face as he slowly walked up to Luo Jiu.
"Congratulations. Your master's teachings are definitely better than mine."
The warm morning light gently fell on his smile, making him look like a character from a comic book, incredibly gentle.
Luo Jiu stared at him, trying to detect even a hint of dissatisfaction on his extremely gentle face, but it was all in vain.
She lowered her head, somewhat dejected, and stared at her toes. She let out a soft sigh.
I don't know if she's sighing at the mild-mannered male protagonist in front of her, or lamenting that her path to winning him over has become even more difficult.
"You don't want to?"
Standing on the head seat, Yan Ze looked at Luo Jiu with some dissatisfaction, who was full of resistance.
"How could that be?"
"Immortal Venerable Yanze is the most powerful person in the cultivation world."
Luo Jiu raised her head, a slightly stiff smile curving her lips, her eyes wide open, trying her best to appear sincere.
"Um?"
This form of address made Yan Ze momentarily unhappy.
His brows furrowed slightly, which puzzled Luo Jiu. What was wrong with this man? Was he so difficult to please?
"You should call me Master now, Junior Sister."
Wen Zhaobai's slightly teasing voice rang out from the side, causing Luo Jiu to look up at the man on the high platform.
This person is so awkward, it's so similar to...
It looks just like that big fox in the cave...
For a moment, Luo Jiu was in a daze. Whenever she thought of the fox, an overwhelming sense of guilt would well up in her heart, and she couldn't suppress it.
"Master."
"Um."
Yan Ze got the answer he wanted, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.
Like a satisfied child, he rode away contentedly on the black eagle.
The selection event ended without Luo Jiu causing a ripple, yet she was the center of attention as she left.
Suddenly becoming the envy of everyone, Luo Jiu showed no reaction. Instead, she was somewhat flustered by Yan Ze's series of inexplicable actions.
It was an unknown fear that terrified Luo Jiu.
-007, what role does Yan Ze play in this world?
The male lead's master is just a tool.
Luo Jiu fell silent; this was clearly Ling Jiu's answer. Getting anything out of him was virtually impossible.
Just as she was trying to get something out of Lingjiu, a voice interrupted her.
"Junior Sister Luo Jiu? May I come in?"
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