Li Feng, who was getting swamped by the admiring crowd with an awkward smile as they continued to sing his praises, couldn't help but feel like maybe he had been a bit overboard in his acting.
But then, after finally spotting the two women watching him from the window, his embarrassment deepened.
He quickly excused himself from the crowd with a few polite words and hurried toward the manor entrance, his robe fluttering as he tried to escape the wave of adoration.
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BAM!
The moment he stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him, he let out a long breath and complained.
"Dammit, I only punched one guy and cleaned up a bit… why are they acting like I single-handedly defeated a Nascent Soul-"
But just as he was complaining, his breath was stolen away.
...There, sitting gracefully by the window with a teacup in her delicate hands, was Yue Lan.
She had changed.
Gone was her simple envoy robe.
