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This girl is indeed a bit tsundere, still unwilling to call me Brother Mu… Mu Zhi’an nodded slightly. After chatting with Ye Lingxuan for a few more sentences and seeing her brows and eyes relaxed, no longer having the coldness from the beginning,
Mu Zhi’an didn’t linger any longer. After a short while, he left the room in good spirits.
On the way back, he pulled a sect disciple and inquired about the location to collect sect tokens. Mu Zhi’an walked along the path for a while and returned to the courtyard where he would live in the future.
Wei Mengrou didn’t even ask Mu Zhi’an. She just glanced at him and guessed something, saying disdainfully, “Scumbag.”
How can I be called a scumbag… At most, I’m a “fish pond owner.”(1) I bravely pursue the girls I like. I can be ambiguous but firmly never abandon any girl.
There’s still a difference from a scumbag.
Mu Zhi’an didn’t mind Wei Mengrou’s disdain and even quite enjoyed the maid’s S-type gaze.
“The sect tokens are collected near the Book Pavilion. Sister Mengrou, do you want to go together? Or should I bring one back for you?” He suddenly asked.
Wei Mengrou hesitated for a moment and lightly nodded, saying, “I’ll go with you.”
Wei Mengrou was a bit “socially anxious” and didn’t like to be in the limelight, but in the Book Pavilion of the Two Polarities Sect, there might be a solution to “fortune,” who knows.
Although she didn’t have much hope, she at least had to try her luck a little.
…
When Mu Zhi’an and the others walked along the semi-transparent golden talisman-paved arched bridge and arrived near the Book Pavilion, they saw an ancient great hall enter their field of vision.
“I’ve seen descriptions of the Book Pavilion of the Two Polarities Sect in books before, but I didn’t expect it to be even more majestic than the textual descriptions.” Bai Ruoxi slightly raised her head, looking at the Book
Pavilion sitting on the high peak in front of her eyes, and couldn’t help sighing softly.
Mu Zhi’an lightly nodded and swept his gaze around.
At this moment, quite a few newly entered sect disciples were entering the Book Pavilion one after another, presumably to find the cultivation techniques they liked.
And near the Book Pavilion, there was a stone table. In front of the stone table, a pure and beautiful woman was smiling and handing out sect tokens to them.
After those sect disciples injected spiritual energy into it, words seemed to faintly appear on the sect token.
“This sect token is blank at the beginning, but after injecting spiritual energy, the person’s name will appear… Such a method is really amazing.” Mu Zhi’an sighed.
Bai Ruoxi also lightly “mhm”-ed, and then her gaze suddenly fell on the edge of the cliff not far ahead, and she asked in puzzlement, “What are they doing there?”
Mu Zhi’an looked over and quickly noticed that in addition to the place where sect tokens were being distributed not far away, there were also many sect disciples standing on the edge of the towering cliff, looking down and watching something.
“Let’s go over and take a look.”
Mu Zhi’an said, and came to the edge of the cliff with the two women. When looking down from above, he seemed to vaguely see a giant dragon swimming in the misty mountain cliff among the clouds.
Although its true appearance couldn’t be seen, from that figure, it wasn’t hard to guess that this should be an extremely huge “dragon” with a snake body and four feet.
“Ling Long?” Mu Zhi’an thought of the spirit dragon that had existed since the founding of the sect, which Lan Mulian had mentioned before.
Soon, he also noticed that every disciple standing on the edge of the cliff seemed to be emitting a faint glow, including red light.
…This is fortune.
And the spirit dragon in the cliff was swimming in the hazy mist, as if looking for something.
“It is said that encountering Ling Long can receive its blessing of fortune… Could it be that these disciples are using their own fortune as bait to see if they can gain the favor of Senior Ling Long?”
Mu Zhi’an guessed in his heart.
But from the looks of it, it was clear that the spirit dragon had no interest in the fortune of these disciples.
He withdrew his gaze, just about to go collect the sect token first.
But just as he thought of this, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the crowd, “Senior Ling Long is reacting!”
Mu Zhi’an subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see the spirit dragon sticking its head out from the misty clouds. Its fierce and beautiful figure appeared in the disciples’ field of vision. A pair of huge golden beast eyes gazed at the disciples on the stage.
Then, its gaze fixed on a certain position and actually swam towards the Book Pavilion.
Mu Zhi’an’s body slightly stiffened and stared closely at the spirit dragon.
Just a moment ago, he seemed to feel that he and the spirit dragon had made eye contact.
No, it might not be looking at me, but…
Mu Zhi’an subconsciously glanced at Bai Ruoxi beside him, quickly sweeping from her delicate face to her towering breasts, and then back to her snow-white, peerless side profile.
Could it be that it was attracted by her?
Although he thought so, Mu Zhi’an felt a bit off in his heart.
He always felt that the person the spirit dragon was looking at just now… seemed to not be Bai Ruoxi.
“fish pond owner.”(1): Used to describe someone who has multiple romantic partners or admirers, usually in a humorous or ironic way.
