“You! How dare you touch my people?!” Ye Qianhe realized that someone was not taking him seriously and became furious. He quickly pulled back the veil to take action.
Ling Chuxi turned around, pretending to be pleasantly surprised. “Aiya, isn’t this old mister Ye? Long time no see, I’ve missed you! You definitely missed me too, right?” Ling Chuxi said with a bright smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Ye Qianhe’s hand froze and the blood drained from his face. He stared at Ling Chuxi for ages, as if he was looking at a ghost. Not meeting her for a long time was true, but missing her? Not likely! Who could miss this little harbinger of doom?!
“You… Why are you here?!” Ye Qianhe stammered, his face ashen. He had come crashing down from his pedestal, waking up to a painful reality.
“Just now I heard that someone made ‘contributions that would last for a thousand years’, and I was wondering who that person could be. Turns out it was actually Old Mister Ye Qianhe! When did Mister Ye become so famous? If I had known it was you, we would surely have avoided your path.” Ling Chuxi giggled.
“Hehe, those are other people’s false praise!” Ye Qianhe forced himself to calm down, but sweat was dripping from his forehead.
“Mister Ye wants to rest right? Why don’t I make space for you?” Ling Chuxi continued with a smile, but that smile sent shivers down Ye Qianhe’s spine.
“Oh, there’s no need to be so courteous. You all chat, I have something to do so I’ll leave first.” Ye Qianhe shrank back into the palanquin as he spoke, desperately trying to signal his people to leave. However, his people looked confused, and had no idea what he was trying to say.
“There’s no need to rush, it’s so rare that we get the chance to meet. That’s right, Old Mister Ye, didn’t you say you wanted to take in a disciple a while back? After some serious thinking, I feel that we should discuss this. Why don’t we talk about it for a bit…” Ling Chuxi got up and walked over to Ye Qianhe as she spoke.
“Don’t come over, don’t come over!” Ye Qianhe’s expression immediately changed. How could he suddenly care about accepting disciples? He jumped out of the palanquin and galloped backwards, sending out slaps of strong wind in case Ling Chuxi decided to chase him. In his haste, he did not even remember to use poison.
However, he was still an expert of the realm of Great Fulfilment. As his palms chaotically danced and qi vigorously flowed, people were pushed backwards and carriages flipped from the strong wind.
Lan Xinyu watched the old man with wide eyes and mouth agape. It was the first time she had met Ye Qianhe, and although she could guess that this old fellow had very strong cultivation, she would never have thought that he was actually this strong. However, such a strong cultivator was now terrified and running for his life.
Seeing that palanquin, the Golden Boy and the Jade Girl from the legends, and the petals all over the ground, Lan Xinyu pinched her arm, dazed. ‘I’m not dreaming, right?’
Ling Chuxi was also stunned. She knew that Ye Qianhe had been bullied quite badly the last time, but she never expected that he would be this afraid of her.
Ye Qianhe used to chase her, but now he was running from her. Such a drastic change really touched one’s heart.
How could she have guessed that she ever since their last battle, she had become a trigger for Ye Qianhe’s trauma? He could not forget Ling Chuxi, and she constantly haunted his nightmares. Every time he woke up, he would touch his face in fear, and look at how many teeth he had left.