Ye Qingcheng had been cultivating in the courtyard when she sensed several unfamiliar presences suddenly appearing within the residence-and in Chen Mu's bedroom, no less.
Thinking assassins had launched a nighttime attack, she drew her sword without a second thought. Whatever happened, she could not let Chen Mu get hurt.
But when she got a good look at them, they all looked like scholars, refined and amiable, without the slightest trace of killing intent.
She quickly calmed down.
The more she thought about it, the less sense it made. What assassin would be brazen enough to trespass into the young master's residence in Tianyuan Holy Land and attempt to kill Chen Mu, who was in the Great Emperor Realm?
Seeing the murderous look on Ye Qingcheng's face, Chen Mu hurriedly stopped her and explained, "Don't be nervous. They aren't assassins."
"Yes, Young Master." Hearing this, Ye Qingcheng asked no further questions. She obediently reined in her killing intent and sheathed her sword.
She followed one principle to perfection: whatever the young master said went.
Naturally, Chen Mu could not have asked for anything better than her being so well-behaved and obedient.
"..." Ye Qingcheng swept her gaze over the group, then fixed her attention firmly on Li Chengzun.
She kept feeling that she had seen him somewhere before.
"..." Her stare left Li Chengzun feeling rather unnerved.
Knowing that Ye Qingcheng was Chen Mu's bodyguard, he could hardly say anything.
She was only carrying out her duties.
Even if she deserved no credit, she certainly deserved no blame.
"You-you're that great Confucian scholar, Senior Li Chengzun!" Ye Qingcheng finally remembered.
"You know him?" Chen Mu asked curiously.
Logically speaking, these two were separated by an enormous gulf in seniority.
So enormous that Li Chengzun could have been Ye Qingcheng's ancient