The noisy upper floors of Gathering Heroes Tower, once filled with clamor, suddenly took on a subtle atmosphere because of Zuoqiu Qingyu's soft, bone-melting cry of delighted surprise.
Countless gazes, carrying shock, scrutiny, curiosity, and even hostility, all turned toward Mo Lin, who had originally stood inconspicuously at the back of the Cang Xuan Sect group.
"You... know each other?" Feng Ying of the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace was the first to react. A trace of surprise flashed through her beautiful eyes as she carefully sized up Mo Lin.
When they had first seen Zuoqiu Qingyu, they had been stunned by her beauty and crowded around her like stars surrounding the moon, offering every sort of flattery.
Yet Zuoqiu Qingyu had only responded with polite but distant smiles, leaving those proud young geniuses both frustrated and increasingly eager to win her favor.
Now, the vivid smile that instantly bloomed on Zuoqiu Qingyu's face when she saw Mo Lin, a smile from the bottom of her heart, stood in stark contrast to her earlier perfunctory manner. It was as though jars of vinegar had been overturned in everyone's hearts. Sour jealousy surged up, and they could not help making sarcastic remarks.
"Heh, a disciple of the Cang Xuan Sect? He looks utterly ordinary."
"Miss Qingyu's taste seems... well, somewhat unique?"
"Perhaps they are merely fellow disciples. Miss Qingyu is kind by nature, after all."
Although the Cang Xuan Sect was a giant sect, the young people present were all outstanding figures within their own sects and were arrogant by nature. Seeing that Mo Lin was not a Saint Child, they spoke with far less restraint.
Though Zuoqiu Qingyu still wore a sweet smile as she listened to their comments, a trace of cold irritation flashed deep within her peach-blossom eyes.
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