Mo Liusu’s expression was calm and she said nothing, though her gaze kept drifting toward the sect’s outer gates, as if waiting for something.
“The Hehuan Sect is here!”
Someone shouted, instantly drawing every eye.
Even Mo Liusu’s water-clear eyes narrowed as she watched without blinking.
In the distance, a swath of red light rolled forward like the red dust of the mortal world sweeping in, vast and overwhelming.
Within that gorgeous haze, two figures walked side by side upon the air, drifting down — none other than Zhou Tong and the little enchantress.
The sight stunned everyone.
The little enchantress needed no introduction — born with peerless beauty, wearing no ornaments and no makeup, she stood in a crimson gown against the wind like an immortal.
Yet even so, her elegance could not outshine the youth beside her.
Zhou Tong’s face was fair as jade, his bearing that of a dragon among phoenixes — scholarly and refined, yet carrying a quiet, enduring majesty, an invisible dominance that quietly compelled submission.
“Hiss…” Someone drew a sharp breath, shaken to the core.
This aura was not something a young man should possess — it was more like a supreme expert who had long known invincibility and witnessed the vicissitudes of the ages.
More than a few gifted youths already felt suffocated — at the last sects assembly, the two of them had crushed every one of them so thoroughly they couldn’t lift their heads.
And now, these two monsters were walking side by side…
In an instant, countless wary gazes fell upon them, yet the two seemed not to notice, landing gracefully.
Just then, a spiteful voice cut through the air, exciting quite a few onlookers.
Here it comes, here it comes…
straight to the main event!
Ge Hongqiu and Jiang Yuyao walked over to meet them, sneers on their faces; their eyes swept past the little enchantress and fixed on Zhou Tong.
“You traitor — so full of yourself, weren’t you?
And here I thought you actually had some spine, that you’d never come back even if it killed you!”
“Senior Sister, you’re giving him far too much credit.
I told you long ago he’d come crawling back to beg within a month — and sure enough, I was right!”
The two surveyed Zhou Tong from on high: “Today is the day Junior Brother becomes Master’s personal disciple.
If you dare make trouble, don’t blame us for beating you into a dead dog and tossing you down the mountain!”
In an instant, this spot became the focus of the crowd.
Countless gazes landed here — some curious, some excited, some dripping with mockery.
They were eager to see what choice the former number one of the younger generation would make.
On the high platform, Mo Liusu, Tang Qi, and Chen Ling’er watched everything clearly.
“Master, should we go stop them?
This row is getting unsightly.” Chen Ling’er suddenly asked.
When dealing with that wretch who betrayed the sect, there’s no call for mercy — everything that happens is his own doing.”
Mo Liusu suddenly settled back, unruffled as ever.
She knew Zhou Tong’s nature well — without a reason, he would never attend a moment of glory for Tang Qi.
Since he had come, it meant Zhou Tong needed something from the sect.
This time, she would grind him down properly.
“Where did these two stinking mouths crawl out from?
Disgusting — let this young lady rinse them out for you.”
The little enchantress had never been one to turn the other cheek, and she advanced on the two women.
“Hold on — don’t start a fight!” Zhou Tong moved faster and caught her wrist.
Seeing this, the two women instantly wore “just as we thought” smiles.
Zhou Tong was still the same coward as ever — no matter how they humiliated him, he wouldn’t dare show the slightest displeasure.
“You want to protect them?” the little enchantress asked in surprise.
“No…” Zhou Tong shook his head and walked toward the two chattering women.
“Kneel when you speak to me!”
Ge Hongqiu taunted, truly believing Zhou Tong had come to cave in, certain she had him firmly in her grip.
Suddenly, Zhou Tong moved — and slapped her across the face.
“SMACK!”