What Are We Waiting For? The internet was highly developed nowadays.
To attract traffic and attention, internet celebrities dressed in bizarre costumes and cosplaying Taoist Priests could be found everywhere.
But the overwhelming majority were inferior knockoffs reeking of cheap makeup.
Almost no one, like Chu Xuan, possessed an innate foundation of Taoist cultivation that returned to simplicity with every gesture.
That authentic sense of tranquil detachment could never be cobbled together with a few cheap Hanfu robes and shoddy cosmetics!
Several young female college students traveling together wore lovestruck expressions as they nudged one another.
In the end.
A girl with blunt bangs and a pleated skirt blushed and gathered her courage to block his path.
With both hands behind her back, she nervously twisted the hem of her clothes and spoke shyly.
"Young master... could I have your contact information?"
The girl blinked her large, watery eyes, desperately searching for an excuse to strike up a conversation. "I think you look, emm... around the eyes and brows... kind of like an old friend I lost touch with years ago~"
Faced with this sudden romantic encounter.
Chu Xuan smiled faintly, calmly and politely shaking his head.
He courteously yet distantly declined her invitation, then walked with light steps out of the crowded airport terminal.
As they watched the figure in blue robes gradually disappear into the distance.
Not only did the girls not get upset, the stars in their eyes shone even brighter. Full of regret, they stomped their feet where they stood.
After getting into the back seat of a taxi.
Chu Xuan leaned against the window, letting the night breeze tousle the loose strands over his forehead as an almost imperceptible curve lifted the corner of his lips.
He had to admit that, deep down, he was