The Youngest Sword Cultivator in a World of Magic

Chapter 357

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The Third Prince didn't mind being used as a convenient excuse anyway, and the Ye Family was more concerned about Ye Chuqi's health. They knew how much she had suffered, and the instability of her Divine Soul had always weighed on them. So Ye Chuqi said nothing.

Now, seeing the Third Prince again as he approached through the sunlight and gentle breeze, looking every inch the noble gentleman, Ye Chuqi gave a soft click of her tongue.

No matter how handsome he was, Ye Chuqi felt he was someone best avoided. Whether it was his bearing or the feeling he gave her, he stirred an unsettling sense that she was out of her depth. She had never even feared Demon Beasts, so she had no idea why the Third Prince gave her that impression.

Ye Qinglan moved even faster than Jelous. In a few strides, he reached Ye Chuqi and looked his sister over. After years without seeing her, he had expected the academy uniform or military-style outfit he was used to. Instead, she wore a long dress, her expression gentle, so beautiful she hardly looked real.

He had always known Ye Chuqi was pretty. The Ye Family had good looks in their blood. But she had always gone barefaced, her hair tied in a simple high ponytail, looking fresh and bright. Now, with careful makeup and a new softness in her eyes, she seemed almost like a different person.

Ye Chuqi tilted her head and smiled. "It hasn't been that long, has it? Don't you recognize me, Brother?"

Ye Qinglan smiled faintly. "I've just never seen you dressed like this. It surprised me."

"Doesn't it look good?"

"It does." It looked so good that Ye Qinglan couldn't hide his surprise.

Ye Chuqi beamed. By then, Third Prince Jelous had

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