With two horns on his head, Yuchi looked displeased as he watched Xun Xian holding Wei Qingzhu's hand.
The two girls, with a significant age gap between them, walked ahead while Yuchi was tasked with settling the bills behind them.
Although the things were just some cheap snacks, the whole process felt very genuine.
Walking, watching, playing.
Yuchi glanced at some glamorous female disciples from sects within the crowd.
He wondered if these female disciples needed him to rescue them?
They seemed to have a strong air of oppression about them.
Their smiles couldn't achieve complete brightness.
Should he, Yuchi, be like a savior and dig them out of their pitiable sects?
They'd probably be grateful and offer themselves to him, right?
"...As for the male disciples, forget it."
"Not worthy."
As the myriad flowers nearly dazzled his eyes, and as he gained insights, time passed.
