At present, all the affairs of the Sacred Land were under Dantai Jinglian's control. By all logic, she should have made an appearance at today's grand competition.
"Senior Sister is over at the Yunmiao Pavilion,"
Shui Qianrou said as she slowly walked over.
She very naturally took the deliberately vacated seat, casting an approving glance at her two disciples as she explained things to Chu Ge.
Only then did Chu Ge recall that the one who had once broken off her engagement with Ye Chen was cultivating within the Yunmiao Pavilion—and that the Yunmiao Pavilion was also among the observing factions.
She and Dantai Jinglian were of the same Dantai clan, so they should be well acquainted. At the moment, they were likely catching up.
Just at that moment—
"Hehe, is my little martial nephew really that eager to see me?"
A lazy yet faintly magnetic voice rang out from the void. Everyone felt a gentle wave of heat wash over their faces.
In the next instant, a red-robed figure appeared before them.
Much of Chu Ge's field of vision was instantly occupied by that crimson figure. Because of the close distance, he could even smell the rich, intoxicating fragrance carried along with the warm air.
This was the first time Chu Ge had ever been this close to this martial aunt Dantai.
Beneath the red robes, her slender waist—lightly bound by silken ribbons—was like a little water serpent, possessing a heart-stirring beauty.
Especially since there were two hollowed-out openings in the fabric around her waist, revealing snow-white skin like jade.
Below that were a pair of full, long, fair legs so captivating that one couldn't bear to look away after a single glance, filled with the urge to reach out and savor them at once.
Only then did Chu Ge realize that although Dantai Jinglian still wore her usual dazzling red attire today, compared to before, it was far bolder—many parts of her skin were now exposed to the air.
Her slender waist, long legs, and especially that pair of jade feet completely bare and irresistibly eye-catching.
First of all, Chu Ge was not a foot fetishist.
Secondly, he was really not a foot fetishist.
But Dantai Jinglian's pair of feet were simply too perfect.
Smooth as jade, soft as silk.
They seemed sculpted from pure white jade, delicate like frost, shimmering with a moist luster. Every toe looked like a finely carved piece of art—round and lovely, with a hint of playful charm.
Dantai Jinglian took everything in at a glance and was very satisfied with Chu Ge's reaction.
"Hehe, little nephew, do they look good?"
Her voice reached his ears, snapping Chu Ge back to reality.
Only then did he realize that staring at an elder's feet like that was rather inappropriate—especially when that person was his senior.
"Ahem… yes… they look… good…"
Though somewhat embarrassed, Chu Ge was an honest man. Since he had looked, he naturally had to give honest feedback.
As he spoke, he quietly glanced to either side.
On the right, Su Lingyuan was puffing her cheeks in anger as she glared at him.
When she noticed Chu Ge looking over, who knew what she was thinking—she actually lifted her chest toward his gaze.
In that instant, waves surged like a storm. The swaying curves stirred not only Chu Ge's heart, but even made Dantai Jinglian's lips twitch.
The only one who remained as steady as Mount Tai was Elder Shui Qianrou, seated snugly to Chu Ge's left.
In terms of grandeur and scale, this one was not inferior to Su Lingyuan in the slightest.
In fact, Shui Qianrou possessed a mature fullness that Su Lingyuan simply did not yet have at her age.
Her plump, overflowing figure looked as though it could be wrung for water—a true big-sister type who clearly knew how to dote on people.
As for the Lu sisters, there was absolutely no imagery to speak of.
Although the two girls were indeed breathtakingly beautiful, their figures had only just begun to take shape.
For them to become fully mature, they would still need another year or two.
One could only say—their future was promising.