Profound Heaven Street (4)

Shen Yuxi clutched that extraordinarily meaningful ribbon and drifted toward Heavenly Grace Atelier on unsteady feet, his heart locked in a fierce battle between heaven and man the entire way.

Should he put the ribbon on at once, or store it away properly to keep it from being damaged during everyday cultivation and battles, thereby wasting a treasure bestowed by heaven?

Though the volume of his back-and-forth indecision was nowhere near as earth-shaking as before, it still reached the ears of the group who had finished shopping at Heavenly Grace Atelier and were now strolling back along the street outside.

Chu Shihan's expression darkened almost instantly, as though frost had settled over it. Anyone could hear the joy practically spilling from Shen Yuxi's repeatedly murmured thoughts.

When had his junior brother ever displayed such direct—even downright "elated"—emotion over some worldly possession?

It was as if a jar of aged vinegar had been overturned in the eldest senior brother's heart, leaving him unbearably sour as an indescribable stifling feeling clogged his chest.

"Fellow Daoist Chu seems to be in a poor mood?" Ling Anhe's flat voice came from beside him.

"Not at all." Chu Shihan tried to conceal it, his tone stiff.

When Chu Shihan had first met Ling Anhe, he had merely thought the man cold and silent, as if he cared little for anything around him. Yet after only a brief encounter, Chu Shihan realized he had been wrong beyond measure.

Earlier, inside Heavenly Grace Atelier, while the girls had surrounded the dazzling array of jewelry and selected items with painstaking care, Ling Anhe had stood off to the side with his arms folded and his gaze unfocused, looking utterly indifferent and thoroughly bored.

Who could have expected that while everyone's attention was drawn to the glittering gemstones and