Atop the war chariot, the man's long hair streamed loose, his white robe billowing in the wind. With both hands clasped behind his back, his gaze swept across the surroundings, as though he were a born king inspecting his own dominion!
"Chu Ge!" Ye Chen clenched his teeth. Every time he saw Chu Ge basking in boundless glory, the hatred in his heart deepened by several degrees.
If not for Chu Ge, all of this should have been his!
Whether it was this noble and luxurious war chariot, or the three peerlessly beautiful women surrounding Chu Ge at this very moment—
All of it should have belonged to him!
He was the one who should have stood at the center, adored by all like stars around the moon!
"What a handsome man! Could this be the diary owner, Chu Ge?"
A glimmer of brilliance flashed through Zhao Qinghui's eyes as she stared intently at Chu Ge stepping down from the war chariot.
Li Mingfeng, standing beside her, took everything in. Displeasure surged in his heart, his gaze growing increasingly vicious as a sharp, aggressive aura began to stir around his body.
"Hm?"
Chu Ge's steps paused slightly. He keenly caught that sharp, malice-filled gaze and lifted his eyes to look over.
Two figures entered his field of vision.
The young girl's delicate, exquisite features, tall figure, and valiant bearing made Chu Ge feel momentarily amazed.
After a brief pause, his gaze shifted again, landing on the young man who was openly radiating hostility toward him.
His eyes were calm, yet with just that single glance, Li Mingfeng's heart suddenly tightened, an inexplicable pressure crashing down upon him!
"What a terrifying gaze… From such a distance, it can still make me feel such immense pressure! This man… is extraordinary!"
Forcing down the unease in his heart, Li Mingfeng met Chu Ge's eyes, refusing to show any abnormality.
"Senior Brother?"
Seeing Chu Ge stop, Lu Fuyao asked from behind.
"Nothing. Let's go—we should take our seats."
Chu Ge withdrew his gaze and stepped forward.
Only after Chu Ge looked away did Li Mingfeng finally feel as if he could breathe again. He wiped his forehead, only to discover it drenched in cold sweat.
Seeing his state, Zhao Qinghui shook her head slightly and continued to observe Chu Ge, the diary owner who had piqued her immense curiosity.
Chu Ge walked straight toward the high platform where the core elders of Taihuang were seated.
After exchanging greetings with the elders, he noticed a graceful, full-figured beautiful woman whose entire body exuded mature charm.
"Martial Aunt."
Chu Ge and Su Lingyuan called out softly.
Shui Qianrou turned her gaze toward Chu Ge. It had been some time since they last met, and seeing him again now inexplicably lifted her spirits.
"You two, take your seats. The grand competition is about to begin," she said with a warm, gentle smile, her voice soothing to the heart.
"Master."
The voices of the Lu sisters sounded out, and only then did Shui Qianrou turn her attention to her own disciples behind Chu Ge.
Just as she was about to speak, she caught sight of Lu Tingni's teasing smile and the sideways glance she cast toward Chu Ge's back.
"This girl!"
How could Shui Qianrou not understand what mischief was likely brewing in her mind at this moment?
She shot her a glare and put on her master's stern authority. "Hurry up and sit down."
Lu Tingni grinned mischievously, stuck out her tongue, and together with Lu Fuyao sat down to Chu Ge's left, deliberately leaving an empty seat—clearly reserved for Shui Qianrou.
Since the appearance of the diary copy, the relationship between master and disciples had become far less rigid. Their interactions were now much more relaxed and lively than before.
This was precisely why Lu Tingni now dared to act so playfully in front of Shui Qianrou.
"How come Senior Aunt Dantai isn't here?"
After taking his seat, Chu Ge finally noticed that one familiar figure was missing today.
He knew that Luo Huangjun was currently in seclusion.