"Sorry, that was an oversight on my part."
Chu Kuangren smiled faintly, then dispelled the spiritual light veiling his face.
The instant the spiritual light faded, silence briefly fell over the gathering. Everyone stared blankly at Chu Kuangren, stunned for several seconds.
The female zither players, in particular, had a gleam in their eyes.
"Young master, you look like someone out of a painting. Surely you must be an immortal."
"I've recently been composing a piece specifically to praise the immortals in heaven, but I've been lacking a little inspiration. Now, though, it seems I've found it!"
"To think someone so far above the mortal dust truly exists in this world!"
Li Changyin was stunned too.
He had asked Chu Kuangren to remove the spiritual light from his face, but he had never expected the man to be so earth-shatteringly handsome.
The instant that spiritual light faded, Chu Kuangren had completely stolen his thunder!
Only now did he begin to understand why Feng Yaorao could not forget Chu Kuangren.
If he were a woman, he would not be able to forget him either!
"May I ask your name, young master?"
"Which Daoist tradition do you belong to, young master? What sort of music do you specialize in?"
The female cultivators who had been staring at Li Changyin could no longer stay seated. They rose to question Chu Kuangren.
With Li Changyin, they could still maintain their reserve.
But faced with someone on Chu Kuangren's level, to hell with reserve! If they did not act now, someone else would beat them to it.
Chu Kuangren handled the enthusiastic female cultivators with unhurried composure. He was an old hand at this.
His elegant bearing only made their hearts flutter all the more.
As for the other cultivators watching from the sidelines, sour