Lü Qingyu and Xiao Wan'er exchanged a glance, then silently withdrew.
A feeling kept nagging at Lü Qingyu. Every time Aunt Zhu looked at Junior Brother Zhou, something about her gaze seemed different. And somehow, Junior Brother Zhou always seemed to be the one asked to stay behind.
Am I imagining it?
Shen Qingxue, meanwhile, was delighted. She had not seen her senior brother in ages, and today he looked more handsome and otherworldly than ever. Since entering seclusion, he had repeatedly warned her and Shang Fang not to disturb him unless it was urgent.
At the thought of seeing her senior brother every day during the eighteen-lineage competition two months from now, an irrepressible smile spread across Shen Qingxue's face.
Wan Sen wanted to leave with Xiao Wan'er, so he stepped forward and greeted her. "Senior Sister Xiao, I hope you've been well."
Tall and graceful, Xiao Wan'er stood out among the female disciples for her unearthly beauty. She always went barefoot, and with her robes fluttering around her, she had become the fairy of countless Little Green Peak disciples' dreams.
Now she merely cast Wan Sen a cool glance and left without a word.
Rebuffed in front of everyone, Wan Sen flushed with embarrassment.
He clearly remembered how Xiao Wan'er had been chatting and laughing with Zhou Jing when they entered.
What a difference between the two!
How could a mere Zhou Jing deserve Senior Sister Xiao's favor? Jealousy flared in Wan Sen's heart at the comparison, and his fists clenched inside his sleeves.
Wan Sen sneered inwardly. Just wait. At the Eighteen Lineages Star-Plucking Assembly, parlor tricks like identifying formations and objects will never earn a place in the grand hall! I'll make sure everyone sees Zhou Jing for what he really is.
Another disciple, Wen Lou,