Xiao Yan's Popularity

Three days later, outside the Flower Sect Gate, Xiao Yan was surrounded by a crowd of Flower Sect Disciples and could not even squeeze his way out.

"Young Hero Xiao Yan, are you leaving already?"

"Little brother, stay a few more days, won't you?"

"We sisters still have so many interesting things we haven't finished talking about with you."

Xiao Yan listened to their chaotic pleas with sweat covering his forehead, repeatedly refusing them, but these Flower Sect Disciples seemed not to hear him. Not only did they not stop crowding around him, they surged toward him even more eagerly.

Ever since Xiao Yan woke up, these Flower Sect disciples had pestered him under all sorts of pretexts. The heroic sight of Xiao Yan standing alone against the artificial Half-Saint that day had been deeply imprinted in every Flower Sect disciple's heart. Coupled with all the protection and concern he had shown Han Feng before that, they had truly felt this man's sense of responsibility.

Powerful, humble, gentle, steadfast, upright, and responsible—if someone like that was not popular, then no one was. His only flaw was that Xiao Yan was not especially handsome, but the Flower Sect Disciples directly overlooked such a small problem.

What was a face? On the continent, appearances were the least important thing. So many high standards had already come together in Xiao Yan alone, so who cared about his looks? Besides, Xiao Yan was not ugly; he simply was not particularly handsome. Looking closely, his fair and delicate features were actually quite pleasing to the eye. Combined with all those other qualities, he was practically perfect. What was there left to criticize?

Although the Flower Sect was made up entirely of female disciples, there was no rule that they had to remain unmarried for life.