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"Eh? What’s going on? Are you moving on to someone else?"
For a moment, Ziyan was left speechless, completely stunned by Old Man Mo's words.
After a brief pause, she finally reacted and couldn't help but shout, "Old Demon, are you trying to stir up trouble—?"
In her moment of urgency, Ziyan forgot all about formalities and directly called out to Old Man Mo in a rough manner.
"Hahaha—today Elder finally gets to see Miss Zi's true nature, Old Demon—? Hmm, I like that name! From now on, just keep calling me that; I love it. Hahaha—"
Old Man Mo rarely showed such a good mood and laughed heartily. Even Qin Ming, who sat beside him with his usual icy demeanor, couldn't help but break into a smile.
Seeing this scene, Ziyan's mouth twitched for a while, and in the end, she could only awkwardly chuckle in resignation.
Watching her Beloved Child in such an embarrassing predicament, Ling Yuxuan's tense and cold face also almost simultaneously revealed a hint of affectionate amusement.
Soon, time passed amidst the laughter and joy. As for the food, perhaps due to the good mood, Ziyan didn't bother to taste or critique it anymore.
She only felt a slight similarity to her previous experience at Koufu Tower—this ancient food was truly authentic and unrefined.
Why do I say this? Because the dishes lacked good natural seasonings, resulting in a strong raw fishy and grassy taste in all the food.
Thinking of this made Ziyan feel incredibly pleased!
Thus, the space for her desired heroism was vast and boundless.
Even if one wishes to traverse multiple countries in the future—such as Nanchu, Yunqi, Mengman, and other large and small nations—there are infinite possibilities! Hehe!
After finishing the meal, Qin Ming and Old Man Mo had matters to discuss, so they left first.
Just as Ling Yuxuan was leisurely leading Ziyan down from the private room to the staircase, she suddenly heard a waiter welcoming a young man dressed in luxurious attire with a Golden Mask, accompanied by two other men and a woman who were also about to go upstairs.
Ziyan merely cast a faint glance and immediately found herself unable to move her feet.
The man wearing the Golden Mask!
In Ziyan's mind, the figure of that man who often appeared in her dreams, also wearing a Golden Mask and capable of transforming into a giant python, flashed before her eyes.
Why did his shape and facial features resemble this man so closely?
Ziyan snapped out of her memories and scrutinized the person carefully.
Although this young man wore a Golden Mask, it could not conceal his exquisitely sculpted facial contours, complemented by his bright star-like eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and sensuous lips that seemed to be painted.
Most importantly, his meticulously crafted outfit and the aura he exuded gave off an impression of unparalleled nobility and grandeur.
Just his aura and presence could easily be compared to her family's Demonically Charming Man—Ling Young Master—making them almost indistinguishable from one another.
Just as Ziyan was almost lost in her gaze, carefully observing the boy, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her small hand that was tightly held by Ling Yuxuan.
Unable to help herself, she inhaled sharply and looked up at Ling Young Master, only to find that his expression seemed completely indifferent to anyone present; he was staring blankly at the steps beneath him.
In her confusion, Ziyan surprisingly noticed that the facial contours of the distinguished man preparing to ascend the stairs bore a striking resemblance to the man from her dreams, while also sharing some similarities with her own Demonically Charming Man.
Oh my! Three figures suddenly floated and swayed in Ziyan's mind.
It was like how many people in reality would think of Pu Baijia or Li Zhiting when they saw Wang Lihong.
At this moment, Ziyan was utterly bewildered.
If it weren't for the appearance of this man, she would have never compared Ling Yuxuan with the man from her dreams, because that person was merely a figment of her imagination; every time she woke up from the dream, the memories would gradually fade.
But today, there stood a living person before her who was almost identical to the man from her dreams in terms of attire, stature, and features—so real and so clear—
Thus, she couldn't help but filter through all three figures in her mind.
At this moment, although Ling Yuxuan was not looking sideways, the hand holding hers was secretly engaged in a silent struggle. It gripped her small hand painfully, again and again, while he seemed completely unaware.
Seeing this expression on Ling Yuxuan's face, Ziyan guessed that he was suppressing some immense inner turmoil and engaged in a significant internal battle.
Perhaps—
Ziyan turned her gaze once again to the noble man wearing the Golden Mask, who was about to brush past Ling Yuxuan.
At that moment, the man quickly fixed his eyes on Ling Yuxuan, and there was a clear surge of suppressed excitement in his gaze.
Just as everyone was about to step forward, the man with the Golden Mask suddenly raised his Sword and blocked the path of Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan.
Ling Yuxuan halted in her tracks but had no intention of looking at this person.
The Masked Man, however, tilted his chin in a provocative manner, staring intently at Ling Yuxuan with an air of arrogance.
The situation looked grim! The newcomer did not seem friendly!
Could it be that these two were once acquainted or harbored a deep-seated grudge against each other?
The few of them stood silently at the staircase for at least three minutes before Ling Yuxuan finally spoke up, "May I ask what this esteemed guest from afar seeks?"
"Who are you?" The Masked Man tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with caution.
"I am not worthy of being mentioned alongside this esteemed guest. I am merely a humble hunter from this county."
"Hmph! A humble hunter indeed, truly extraordinary. It seems this County Town is indeed as rumored—a place where dragons hide and tigers crouch."
"Is that so? But what does that have to do with me?"
"Relationships are getting deeper! Hmph, why do I feel like I've met you before?"
"Hehe, you must be joking. In this world, not to mention there are many people who look alike, just among us Han People, due to the uniqueness of our culture and language, there are countless people with the same name and surname throughout the country."
"Oh—this is true! But looking at your build, you must have some training, right?"
"This? Well, I do know a bit of basic skills."
"Huh? Basic skills? Hahaha—"
"There’s no need to be so modest. I have always enjoyed befriending heroes of the martial world. The reason I came to this county is because I heard rumors from outside that this place hides quite a few experts. So I traveled a long way here. Since you are the first martial artist I’ve encountered on this journey, how about we meet outside the city tonight at midnight for a friendly spar?"
At this moment, Ling Yuxuan finally raised her gaze to meet his eyes, staring at him for about three to five seconds before nodding and saying, "Sure!"
"A gentleman's word—?" The Masked Man provocatively lifted his chin again.
"A promise is hard to break." Ling Yuxuan remained calm as water, her expression unruffled.
"Very well then, let's not miss each other tonight." His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Let's not miss each other." Ling Yuxuan replied quite indifferently to his last statement.
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