Artificial Dharma Idol

The atmosphere wasn't merely awkward. It was downright ominous.

After sizing each other up, the three women all turned their eyes to Hanyu.

Hanyu felt that their gazes were laden with meaning—and carried a faint trace of murderous intent.

The moment he noticed it, he looked toward the source of the killing intent. Drifter had suddenly drawn her sword and was idly playing with it in her hand. The gaze that had been fixed on him was now drifting toward his kidneys.

"Left side or right side?"

Drifter seemed to be muttering to herself, quite torn.

"Wait, what did I do to deserve this?"

Hanyu stared back, utterly baffled. He hadn't done anything!

He'd just woken up, and this was what he got.

"You need to learn to say no."

The Artifact Spirit covered its mouth, laughing without end. This was exactly the kind of scene it loved to see.

When Quan Xiaotong had mentioned this to it in advance, it had known Hanyu's old flames were coming, so it had agreed on Hanyu's behalf without a second thought.

It had also kept quiet about it on purpose just now.

Hanyu was still puzzling over what the Artifact Spirit meant. He tested the waters with a question.

"Do you mean I should refuse visitors next time?"

At that, the Artifact Spirit nearly rolled its eyes clean out of its head. It covered its forehead and let out a long sigh.

"You're seriously beyond saving."

Why hadn't Zhishou guided this idiot in this department, too?

The strange atmosphere was finally broken by Bai Junya, who spoke with easy grace.

Her expression was complicated at first, but she quickly composed herself before slowly breaking into a smile.

"Hanyu, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?"

There was still a touch