The voice sounded far from friendly, even carrying a hint of open opposition to An Ke'er.
Lin Qing turned his gaze toward it with some curiosity. The speaker was an exceptionally handsome man in white, so beautiful that he was almost bewitching.
Lin Qing grew curious about the man's identity. After he spoke, aside from the few junior brothers and sisters beside An Ke'er whose faces showed traces of anger, everyone else remained silent, including the elders beside her.
Clearly, the newcomer's status and strength were both extraordinary. He was Mo Xun, one of the top ten Immortal Lords of Anhuang.
He was called one of the top ten because, among Anhuang's Immortal Lords, aside from Wang Meng, who was explicitly recognized as the foremost Immortal Lord, the others had no precise rankings. In fact, many considered Mo Xun one of Anhuang's three strongest Immortal Lords in combat.
Mo Xun had once been one of An Ke'er's suitors. He believed that although his strength fell short of Wang Meng's, he should be no weaker than An Ke'er.
This strange confidence might have stemmed from the fact that, throughout history, male cultivators had outnumbered female cultivators among the strongest experts, and those who truly stood at the very pinnacle were often men.
Thus, he had pursued An Ke'er ardently. Unfortunately, An Ke'er did not like him.
Yet Mo Xun made a great fanfare of it every time, even causing rumors to spread that they had already become Dao companions. This troubled An Ke'er greatly.
Finally, after yet another of Mo Xun's ostentatious advances, An Ke'er grew angry.
Previously, An Ke'er had always rejected him in private, intending to leave him some dignity, but Mo Xun had never taken her rejections seriously.
So that time, An Ke'er rejected him in front of