Appropriately Hiding His Light Amid the Dust

Wen Qingxue, who had heard Song Bao'er's words from the side, could not help but feel a surge of excitement in her heart.

But she quickly calmed down again.

After all, she knew very well that while the idea was beautiful,

reality was reality.

If they truly wished to reach that point, how much luck would it take?

As she thought of this, her gaze could not help but dim.

Just then,

the quiet discussions ahead came to an abrupt halt.

It was as if everything had fallen into a strange calm.

Sensing this, Wen Qingxue raised her head in puzzlement.

Then, upon noticing where everyone was looking,

she turned her head as well.

Two figures were slowly walking down from afar.

One wore the robes of a Deacon Disciple, his every gesture carrying a measure of deference and ingratiation.

As for the other man,

when Wen Qingxue looked at him,

she froze.

The man reflected in her eyes was not only strikingly handsome, but tall and upright as well.

His steps were calm and steady, his bearing composed and unhurried.

Especially that hint of tranquility in his eyes—for some reason, after looking at him once,

it was as though he possessed an innate pull, leaving her unable to look away...

The women standing ahead all straightened up one after another.

It was as though they wanted to display their most perfect side with all their might.

At that moment, Lin Tian also saw the crowd gathered there.

A trace of confusion flashed through his mind.

"What is this...?"

Lin Tian looked at the Deacon Disciple beside him and casually asked.

The Deacon Disciple immediately explained, "In reply to Senior Brother Lin Tian, these women all come from prominent families in Dao Origin City."

"They have come in hopes of