Long Qingyi’s eyes studied Hua Feiyan, lingering longer than appropriate on her cleavage before turning to her companions.
One of them was a brutish man, over two ters tall, wearing golden pants and a large cloak that fell to his shoulders, unable to hide his corpulent figure.
He looked like a monk, with his eyes closed and his lips showing a gentle smile.
On the other side was a young man, wearing expensive clothes, even by noble standards.
His black hair was elegantly tied up, and his arrogant eyes didn’t leave Feiyan’s voluptuous figure.
"Let’s sit down. As long as I, Xu Tianming, am here, we don’t need anyone’s permission," declared the young man arrogantly, taking a seat opposite Qingyi, his gaze full of contempt.
’Ah... two arrogant masters in a row... what have I done to deserve this?" Qingyi sighed internally.
"Don’t be disrespectful, Young Master Tianming," Feiyan said, biting her lower lip and turning her gaze towards Qingyi, as if asking for permission.
"Don’t worry about it," Qingyi smiled.
Tianming pulled out a chair for her to sit next to him, but the voluptuous, tanned beauty didn’t even give him a second glance, settling down next to Qingyi.
"Thank you for pulling out the chair for , Brother Tianming," The monk said, sitting next to the arrogant young master with a glowing face.
Tianming clicked his tongue disdainfully, but did nothing.
His eyes alternated between Qingyi and Feiyan, a flash of fury appearing as his body shook.
"I’m Hua Feiyan," she introduced herself as she moved evem closer to Qingyi.
She then pointed at the monk and the young master, "The young man is Xu Tianming and the monk is Ye Langtian. We’re sorry for disturbing you."
"I’m Long Qingyi. It’s a pleasure to et you, Miss Hua Feiyan... It’s no trouble at all, please make yourselves at ho." Qingyi spoke, his voice gentle and soft, while his handso face displayed a warm smile.
Looking at Feiyan’s information on the system screen, he imdiately realized that he had just found a gold mine.
Tianming seed to be an annoying fly on her tail, but he could also increase Qingyi’s earnings even more, so it wasn’t all bad.
Smiling seductively, Feiyan called one of the waitresses over, making an order for the whole group before focusing her attention on Qingyi.
"So, Long Qingyi, what brings you here? Is it for the Ascending Dragon Sect’s annual disciple selection?"
She asked with a smile, pulling out her chair until her breasts brushed lightly against his arm.
"Well-"
"With his talent? I doubt he’s even qualified to clean the shoes of the Sect’s outer disciples!" Tianming interrupted him, slapping the table hard and smiling contemptuously.
His eyes didn’t miss the sight of Feiyan’s boobs pressed against Qingyi’s arm.
Qingyi hadn’t done anything, but Tianming already seed to have established him as enemy number one.
In his mind, a single thought reigned: Who the hell did that pretty face in the white robes think he was to lust after his woman?
"Oh... then I believe that young master Tianming is extrely confident about becoming a disciple," replied Qingyi, ignoring the disrespect.
His eyes and lips never lost their kindness as he looked in Tianming direction, one of the greatest benefits he had gained after suffering so much at the hands of his master.
"confident ? I’m the twenty-seventh young master of the Xu family and I reached the seventh stage of the Qi Refining Realm before I was even twenty."
He paused for a mont.
"My older sister is an elder in the Sect and I’ll be an inner disciple at the very next selection next year!" Tianming declared loud and clear, his voice echoing through the Pavilion.
Several eyes briefly turned to them, but soon returned to their own affairs when they realized that it was only a dispute between the younger generation.
"Oh... so it’s young master Xu... I beg your pardon for being disrespectful. How could I not recognize soone so great?" replied Qingyi with unflappable calm.
Underneath his gentle voice, there was a subtle hint of mockery, but fortunately, Tianming wasn’t clever enough to notice.
’Xu Family...’ Qingyi repeated in his mind.
He knew that na, one of the most powerful and the largest lineage of sword cultivators in the region. Their patriarch was said to be just one step away from reaching the Burning Blood Realm.
Tianming was only the twenty-seventh son, probably of a concubine, so he wasn’t of much value to the family and his talent wasn’t that great, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
’Not the kind of enemy I want to have...’ He repeated to himself and soon his al was delivered, capturing his attention.
The mutton soup was steaming in a large golden bowl, with pieces of at glistening on the thick broth, as the spiritual tea exuded a sweet aroma.
Feiyan’s eyes lit up when she realized Qingyi’s order.
At first, she was only interested in the young man’s handso face and powerful body, but seeing him casually order a al that cost more than a gold coin, her opinion quickly changed.
"Oh... young master Qingyi must be very rich!"
With a seductive smile, she moved even closer, her large breasts now pressed firmly against his arm, enveloping it in a warm embrace that he was unable to reject.
Feixue was an attractive woman, but her flat body was no match for the voluptuous Feiyan.
Qingyi obviously wasn’t an idiot and had clearly noticed the "greedy and manipulative" trait in her status, but did it really matter?
What mattered to him were lust points, and playing around with her a bit to earn so lust points wouldn’t be a bad idea.
"If you can’t finish everything, rember that big sister Feiyan is always available..." The mont she said that, her voluptuous ass was almost horizontal on the chair as she pressed herself against his body.
And then, suddenly, her chair slid, and Feiyan let out a high-pitched, startled scream.
Her curvaceous body collapsed completely onto Qingyi, the weight of her enormous breasts pressing against the young man’s firm chest.
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