Primordial Emperor

"That Young Master Yang is indeed quite good-looking," Huang Xiaoqin admitted frankly, looking at Qiu Yue, acknowledging Yang Minghui's beauty. After all, even with her state of mind, she was momentarily dazed the first time she saw Yang Minghui.

"See, sister, even you think that Young Master Yang is good-looking. It would be wonderful if I could become his Dao Companion," Qiu Yue said excitedly, her cheeks blushing slightly.

Seeing Qiu Yue acting like a lovesick fool, Zhuang Xiaoqin couldn't help but shake her head.

"Junior sister, your words are too hasty. You only know Young Master Yang is good-looking, but you know nothing about his character or personality. How can you say such a thing?" Zhuang Xiaoqin said, feeling a bit helpless. Her junior sister has always been straightforward, but she should be a bit more cautious about such matters.

"Sister, you don't understand. Young Master Yang is so good-looking and speaks so gently, he surely can't be a bad person. Anyway, he's a thousand times better than Lin Chen," Qiu Yue boasted proudly.

Hearing this, Zhuang Xiaoqin was left speechless. It seemed her junior sister was utterly captivated by Young Master Yang.

"Don't forget, junior sister, that Young Master Yang has a good relationship with the Grandmaster. With your current rocky relationship with the Grandmaster, do you really think you have a chance with Young Master Yang?" Zhuang Xiaoqin remarked, recalling the scene where Yang Minghui and Lin Chen walked together that day, their relationship clearly more than just ordinary friends.

Moreover... what was up with two grown men walking hand in hand?

Although it was Lin Chen who had pulled Yang Minghui away that day, it was indeed strange behavior for two men.

And that day, perhaps it was just a fleeting impression, but the first time Zhuang Xiaoqin laid eyes on Yang Minghui, she kept a close watch, feeling as though he was more like a woman. Yet with her cultivation, she should be able to detect if he was using a secret technique to disguise as a man.

Hearing Zhuang Xiaoqin's words, Qiu Yue suddenly felt deflated. After all, Zhuang Xiaoqin was right; the relationship between Yang Minghui and Lin Chen was special, and previously, Yang Minghui always treated her quite coldly.

Frankly speaking, a large part of Qiu Yue's enmity towards Lin Chen stemmed from Yang Minghui.

It irked her to see Yang Minghui and Lin Chen getting along so well, despite Lin Chen being a man...

...

After secretly escorting Yang Wenshan back to the Profound Hall, Lin Chen turned around and headed back to the Yellow Hall.

By the time Lin Chen returned to the Yellow Hall, it was already late evening.

After a short walk, he approached the area near his residence by the lake and found Yang Minghui standing alone on the bridge, lost in the view.

Upon seeing Lin Chen return, Yang Minghui's face lit up with joy.

But he quickly turned his head away, pretending not to care whether Lin Chen had returned, only admiring the scenery on the bridge.

Seeing Yang Minghui blocking the path to his residence, Lin Chen furrowed his brows, wondering what this girl was up to now.

"What are you doing here?"

"Sneaky, looking as if you can't show yourself," Lin Chen walked up the bridge, came beside Yang Minghui, and immediately asked.

Upon hearing this, Yang Minghui was displeased.

What did he mean by sneaky and not showing oneself? She wasn't doing anything shady.

"Mind your own business, I'm just here to enjoy the evening breeze and admire the lotus flowers, can't I?" Yang Minghui retorted indignantly at Lin Chen.

"Breeze? There's no wind tonight," Lin Chen said seriously.

Hearing Lin Chen's words, Yang Minghui was internally going crazy.

This jerk, he was doing this on purpose. His focus was actually there; wasn't he supposed to understand that she was waiting anxiously for his return?

Bzzz—

Yang Minghui decided to give it back to Lin Chen, waving her hand to release a burst of spiritual power, immediately stirring up a gentle breeze over the lake.

"Well, there's wind now. Can I continue admiring the view and enjoying the breeze?" Yang Minghui asked, looking at Lin Chen, refusing to back down.

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen waved his hand dismissively, thinking why he was even arguing with her; this girl was like she ate gunpowder every day.

Then, Lin Chen ignored Yang Minghui and walked around her towards his living quarters.

"Lin Chen, you haven't been home for two days. What exactly were you doing with that Zhuang Xiaoqin?" Yang Minghui asked, seemingly casually, while looking at the lake.

Hearing Yang Minghui's question, Lin Chen paused, thinking how this silly girl was even asking about this. Gossiping really wasn't like her usual self.

Lin Chen turned back, looking at Yang Minghui up and down.

Being blatantly scrutinized by Lin Chen, especially with that gaze, as if she were some kind of bizarre creature, made Yang Minghui instantly unhappy.

"What are you looking at? I asked you a question. Zhuang Xiaoqin had you gone for two days without coming home, what exactly were you up to?" Yang Minghui demanded once more, staring at Lin Chen.

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen walked right up to Yang Minghui, reaching out and placing the back of his hand on her forehead.

This sudden move from Lin Chen startled Yang Minghui, making her tremble slightly, her face flushing a deep red.

The warmth from Lin Chen's hand made Yang Minghui's heart flutter wildly.

At that moment, Lin Chen's gaze was fixated on Yang Minghui, who looked up, staring back at him. Their eyes met, and Yang Minghui felt overwhelmingly shy.

She secretly hoped for Lin Chen's next move...

"Yang Minghui, you don't have a fever, what nonsense are you saying?" Lin Chen said, looking at Yang Minghui.

Upon hearing this, Yang Minghui's body trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed red, and she looked at Lin Chen, extremely annoyed.

With such an intimate atmosphere just now, she thought Lin Chen would do something; who knew this blockhead would come out with such words.

"You're the one who's sick, your whole family is sick."

"Lin Chen, you bastard," Yang Minghui slapped away Lin Chen's hand, angrily scolding him.

"Take your time enjoying the breeze. I'm going back to train," Lin Chen said, seeing Yang Minghui's murderous glare, feeling a chill in his heart. He turned and hurried back towards his room.