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Chen Xiaojun's footsteps were slightly stiff, but his eyes had regained most of their composure. Deep in their depths, however, a trace of wariness and helplessness toward that "uninvited guest" in his sea of consciousness still remained.
At this point, he no longer had the strength to complain. Fuck, without sufficient luck, even divine blessings might be too much to bear—and could even bring disaster instead.
The dangers of Da Siming, along with that indifferent and overbearing style brimming with negative traits, made her absolutely much more troublesome than "Shao Siming."
At least back then, he had never noticed anything unusual about Xiao Yi or the Shao Siming within her.
Xiao Yi silently followed as well. The flush on her face quietly faded, and she returned to her usual aloof demeanor.
Jade-pot light shifted, and an icy heart reflected itself!
Yet in those star-filled eyes, there seemed to flash a faint ripple—so subtle that even she herself had not fully understood it.
Outside, in the real world, everyone entered the main hall.
Madam Lin turned slightly and once again made an inviting gesture. "Everyone, please."
Chen Xiaojun nodded lightly, as though that hair-raising scene in his sea of consciousness had merely been a momentary distraction.
He took the lead, stepping steadily onto the stairs leading to the main hall.
Xiao Yi followed close behind. Her icy-violet eyes lingered on Chen Xiaojun's back for a moment, while her cool face revealed no emotion.
Zhu Yanfeng tapped his tobacco pipe, exhaled a long stream of smoke, and followed as well, a sharp glint hidden deep within his murky old eyes.
The remaining people filed in one after another.
The main hall was decorated elegantly and carried a Scholarly air.
Madam Lin personally showed them to their