On the way back, Zhuge Lan was actually in quite a good mood.
After all, he had been spending time with a few old men lately, which had made him feel somewhat old-fashioned. After getting intimate with Ning Rongrong all afternoon, he instantly felt life was full of motivation.
He even hummed a little tune along the way, feeling extremely happy.
Then, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and froze for a moment, because he saw a woman he had been wanting to meet lately.
Seductive yet carrying a trace of arrogance—wasn't this Leng Xiaoxue, the sect master of the Elephant Armor Sect? He had tried to flirt with her before, but had failed.
Now that he had run into her, it was simply too fortunate. He immediately ran over.
He said directly,
"Leng Xiaoxue, long time no see. I never thought I'd run into you here."
Leng Xiaoxue froze. She was Qian Renxue in disguise, and after seeing Zhuge Lan, she did not know why, but a sense of foreboding rose in her heart.
She then turned and left, apparently pretending not to know him.
Zhuge Lan had finally run into Leng Xiaoxue. How could he possibly let her go so easily? He hurried after her.
Unable to resist, he grabbed Leng Xiaoxue's hand. For some reason, her jade-like hand, soft as snow and delicate as bone, was cool and tender, feeling incredibly comfortable. He held her hand and said with a smile,
"Xiaoxue, why are you ignoring me? I'm Zhuge Lan!"
Leng Xiaoxue snorted coldly, flung Zhuge Lan's hand away, and snapped,
"I don't know any Zhuge Lan. Please show some respect."
With that, Leng Xiaoxue turned and left.
Zhuge Lan scratched his head, a trace of confusion appearing on his face. He remembered that his relationship with