Si Lin tapped the table, recalling the two young women's reactions when his older cousin had been mentioned. There had certainly been something subtle about them.
He could hardly be blamed for reading into it, especially with that woman named Gu Ningyun. She had looked exactly like a woman who had been wronged by a man.
Yes, he did know where the two women came from, but he had never imagined that his cousin had a history with such a beauty.
Thinking of his cousin's devilishly handsome face, Si Lin could not help curling his lip. Back when his cousin had still been with the clan, none of the other male disciples had ever had a chance to shine.
Now their chance had come, but the women were clearly paying far less attention to the Si Family.
Still, if his cousin had been stubbornly refusing to marry that girl from the Zhu Household for the sake of a beauty like this, Si Lin could understand it. After all, once someone had tasted something better, who would willingly swallow bran and coarse greens?
Si Lin sighed. Recalling their faces, he could not help feeling it was a pity. He had only wanted to make friends with these beauties, but every last one seemed untouched by the smoke and fire of the mortal world. Now there even seemed to be an old grudge between them, which made it all the more impossible.
He lifted his cup and took a sip, then noticed the tea seemed a little cold and wanted to have it topped up.
Only when he raised his head did he notice that the other two had long since vanished as well.
Si Lin looked down at the Storage Bag full of Spirit Stones on the table, and his mouth