Innate Spiritual Treasure, a World Within

All the spectators present felt embarrassed on behalf of the Three Young Masters.

Just now, they had talked until heavenly flowers scattered from the sky, bringing up Golden Immortal cultivation methods and the Nirvana Immortal Pool, looking positively radiant with pride.

Who would have thought Ouyang Qinghe would remain unmoved, like a lofty Princess calmly watching a few country gentry flaunt their wealth and vie in extravagance? The scene was both awkward and tinged with a few points of absurdity.

No, I'm about to lose it and laugh out loud.

Seeing the three young masters' taut, corpse-stiff faces, quite a few people quietly pressed their lips tight, desperately recalling the most sorrowful events of their lives before they barely managed to hold back the itch in their throats.

"Hmph!"

Tang Feng abruptly flicked his sleeve, turned, and strode toward the Mirage Tower, still doing his utmost to maintain his imposing air.

But that hastily departing back looked wretched no matter how one saw it, quite carrying the air of fleeing in panic.

"Whew..."

The remaining two young masters also let out a long breath of foul air at this moment, as if trying to spit out all the frustration pent up in their chests.

With their status, wherever they went, were they not surrounded like moons ringed by stars? There were countless women who wanted to cling to them. When had they ever suffered such cold treatment?

Unfortunately, Ouyang Qinghe just so happened to be someone they could not afford to offend. They could only swallow their anger, wear cold faces, and walk toward the immortal gate, lest they continue to make spectacles of themselves here.

"Hahaha, truly splendid."

Lu Guanqi clapped and laughed. Having watched this fine show, he was perfectly satisfied.

"This Miss Qinghe is rather distinctive."