Upon receiving word from the shop, Yue Huanjiang hurried over.
A gentleman in white, jade belt and folding fan; two stunning beauties, one in green and one in red, childhood sweethearts and personal maidservants who cared only for their young master; and even a female grandmaster for a teacher—he had lived out the perfect template in Xiang Yuan's mind.
Comparing people really could drive one mad.
Whenever Xiang Yuan saw Yue Huanjiang, he could not help feeling ashamed of his own inadequacy. Comparing sects, True Heart Dao was too embarrassing to mention; comparing masters, Que Xin's foolish reputation resounded far and wide; comparing maids, he could only freeload off Chan'er; comparing brothers, Yue Huanjiang had a righteous young hero like Xiang Wentian, while he only had comic performers like Xiao He and Xu Jixian.
After no small amount of effort, he had finally attained some cultivation and turned himself into a great medicinal herb—yet wherever he went, he walked on thin ice, terrified of being detained and made into a family heirloom.
Sigh, life was simply too hard for him!
"Worthy brother, why are you wearing that face again?"
Yue Huanjiang approached with a beaming smile. Seeing Xiang Yuan disguised with Li Xianyuan's face, he could not help voicing his confusion.
Why hide his head and cover his face? Were there Sword Heart Studio cultivators nearby?
Hongxiao and Qingli followed behind Yue Huanjiang, one to either side. A little white cat was squatting on the former's shoulder. Seeing that Xiang Yuan had changed his face, the two forgot to stop in their curiosity. Before they knew it, they barreled into Yue Huanjiang's arms with their balls.
Xiang Yuan: (_)
Brother, this won't do!
Xiang Yuan might not possess Old Devil's ability to spot a maiden at a glance, but from