The exchange of glances between the two, their expressions, and the way Nangong Xue shifted sideways to widen the distance all made the young man standing beside her turn a little green.
He felt that there was definitely something going on between the two people before him. Their exchanged looks and subtle expressions all pointed to something being wrong.
The man felt as if he was being cuckolded.
Of course, that was only what he thought. In reality, he and Nangong Xue had not even held hands.
Still, seeing their interaction made his expression quite colorful. He struggled to keep himself from speaking, and the restraint was making him miserable. He truly wanted to curse the two of them out, but he had always presented himself as refined and easygoing before Nangong Xue. If he changed now, all his previous pretense would have been for nothing.
The young man was Yan Kaixuan, a disciple of the Yan Family, a southern Martial Arts World aristocratic family. He was also part of the direct line, a direct descendant of the Yan Family's second elder and nephew to the family's Clan Leader. Their relationship was rather close.
Several years ago, at a martial arts tournament for rising talents organized by southern Martial Arts World aristocratic families, he met Nangong Xue and fell in love with her at first sight. After that, he pursued her relentlessly.
Yan Kaixuan was good-looking, came from an excellent family, and was outstanding himself. At the time, his cultivation had already achieved Houtian Layer Four. He could be considered one of the top ten rising Martial Artists in the contests held by the southern Martial Arts World aristocratic families.
In outsiders' eyes, Yan Kaixuan was steady, handsome, mild-tempered, talented, diligent in cultivation, and sincere toward others. Yet after expressing