The Standard of Genius

"Chen Yan, tell me, have you ever drawn a portrait for any other girl?" Yu Qingmeng stared straight at him.

"No." Chen Yan tidied his brushes and answered casually.

He truly hadn't.

"Then... have you ever gone out to have fun with another girl like this?" Yu Qingmeng's voice slowed, as if she were weighing every word, yet her eyes grew brighter and brighter—bright in a way that felt unnatural.

That gaze was no longer mere "anticipation"; it carried a certain air of scrutiny.

Chen Yan noticed a golden light faintly swirling in the depths of her pupils... The girl had actually activated her Void Dao Pupils, wanting to see if he was being honest.

Chen Yan's hand paused in its movement.

Although he had been to the Blood Moon Realm with Bai Lingshuang, that was for a trial, for executing a mission—how could that count as going out for fun? Could those two things possibly be the same?

Therefore, while his answer didn't exactly brim with absolute confidence, it wasn't a lie either.

"...No," he said.

"Really?" Yu Qingmeng eyed him suspiciously for a long moment, the golden light flickering in the depths of her pupils as if she were trying to turn his soul inside out for inspection.

Regrettably, after looking for quite a while, she couldn't find any flaws.

She withdrew her gaze, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

She felt very happy inside, though she didn't laugh out loud.

The two left the Blood Moon Realm, passed through the Rift, and returned to the Imperial Capital by dusk.

The gates of the Zhenyue Martial Arts Hall stood open as always, the entrance bathed in a warm orange glow from the setting sun.

Several disciples who had just finished training walked out in twos and