During his morning practice, Chu Xisheng once again drew the attention of many fellow disciples.
But things were slightly different today from the previous practical assessment.
This time, even some of the male disciples from the East Court looked at him with a little hostility and doubt.
At the same time, however, Chu Xisheng noticed many female disciples sneaking glances at him.
Some bolder girls stared openly, their gazes burning.
And they were not just from the East Court; quite a few came from the South, West, and North Courts as well.
Chu Xisheng suspected that the little fireworks continually bursting before his eyes had something to do with these girls.
Most of the male disciples at the Zhengyang Martial Academy were only half convinced of his glorious achievements, but these girls believed them without reservation. They even seemed to have begun admiring him.
Chu Xisheng was very curious. Just what had Hu Kan and Hu Lai told them?
Whatever they had said, though, those twenty taels of demon silver had been very well spent.
Secretly delighted, Chu Xisheng planned to give each of them an extra chicken drumstick when he went to the Dining Hall later.
Morning practice soon ended, and while Chu Xisheng ate, he heard the conversations around him.
His hearing had been greatly enhanced last night. Even twenty zhang away, he could hear other people talking.
"Senior Brother Chu wore white robes whiter than snow-"
The corners of Chu Xisheng's lips rose into a curve high enough to hang a coat hanger on.
He looked down at his clothes and thought he could consider changing into a white robe. It would suit his build better.
"He stood aloof, above the crowd-"
Chu Xisheng's expression turned solemn. He rested a hand on his saber, his face cold