His white robes fluttered, his bearing peerless.
He approached slowly, his white robes stirring without a breeze. Like a god descending, he drew every eye the moment he appeared.
That familiar figure nearly brought Xiao Qinghe to tears.
"Master!" he blurted out.
Bai Yuqing's brows knitted slightly as he stopped beside Xiao Qinghe.
His face was expressionless, yet his authority needed no anger to make itself felt.
His presence cowed the entire hall.
For a moment, absolute silence fell.
The simps who had been ganging up on Xiao Qinghe sheepishly stopped, not daring to act up in his presence.
Whatever wrongs Xiao Qinghe had committed, he was still Bai Yuqing's disciple. Beating his disciple right in front of him was like pulling a tiger's whiskers-a death wish, wasn't it?
When it mattered most, Master was still the one I could count on!
His face bruised and swollen, Xiao Qinghe threw his arms around Bai Yuqing's leg and refused to let go.
Clinging to a powerful backer-literally.
Bai Yuqing's temples throbbed.
This disciple pestered only Ouyang Susu incessantly. With everyone else, even him as his master, he had always been restrained and respectful, never once overstepping.
Why had his temperament suddenly changed so drastically? Why was he behaving so shamelessly?
Had practicing the demonic path truly driven him mad?
"Clinging to someone in public-where is your sense of propriety?"
Xiao Qinghe tightened his grip on his leg, determined not to let go even if it killed him.
Shameless it is, then. At least clinging to his leg will keep me from getting beaten up by a mob.
How could dignity matter more than my life?
Ouyang Susu's eyes lit up. Like a delicate butterfly, she fluttered forward and landed before Bai Yuqing.
Her glistening eyes gazed at that beautiful, unattainable face