Chapter 157.1: Romanticism from the..... Ancients?
Wen Ren Qian looked at the young lady before him with interest. [Is this the lass that caught the eyes of that fella Feng Tian Hen? An all elent wielder?]
[Really rather different from what he had imagined.]
“Lass, what’s your na?” Wen Ren Qian opened his mouth to ask with a smile.
“Qing Yu.”
Although she was a little flustered with so many people’s gazes fixed upon her, but since the question was directed at her, she went on to answer truthfully.
When Wen Ren Qian heard the exceptionally two clear and simple words, he could not help but smile. [This lass is rather candid, and it would seem like she was not one to flatter and fawn upon others. Just what was Feng Tian Hen really thinking in his mind?]
After having asked her for her na, Wen Ren Qian did not say anything more. Just at that mont, a tall and well built figure ca walking slowly into the hall, clad in his usual suit of white.
But this ti, the clothes on his body seed to be different in so way. Upon close inspection, it looked no different from the uniform worn by the Faint Mist Sect’s inner disciples, but just a minute difference in the finer details of his clothes.
Compared to the cloud patterns embroidered into cuffs and hem of the inner disciples’ uniform, it was only when he walked closer that they saw soaring phoenixes embroidered into the front and back of the clothes on the man’s body, and that was a uniform that was one of a kind throughout the entire Faint Mist Sect.
So people were born suited to wear such a gentle and graceful white like this. Feng Tian Hen’s facial features were exceptionally handso an elegant, his brows tinged with a faint gentleness, and the pure and pristine white of his clothes just emphasized the gentle deanor his body exuded.
It was a kind of attraction that shocked and overwheld the ladies, where they would surrender their hearts upon seeing him a second ti.
Even the people from the Deviant Departnt who had spent the longest period of ti in Feng Tian Hen’s presence could not help but be srized for a mont.
Upon seeing him, Wen Ren Qian said in jest: “I heard that you went off to fetch sothing very important? I wonder what kind of treasure could be so precious that it needed you to protect it yourself?”
Feng Tian Hen’s gaze did not waver as he passed through everyone’s stares to co walking up to the elevated platform at the head of the hall. He then sat himself down upon the chair to the left, just below Wen Ren Qian, his poise gracefully leisurely.
It was only at that mont that everyone noticed there was a seat there and they imdiately were in awe.
The Sect Leader held the highest authourity in the Faint Mist Sect and in all important ceremonies, besides the Sect Leader himself, everyone else remained standing. But another seat had been specially placed there this ti and none of them had noticed it earlier till now, that the seat had been set there just for Feng Tian Hen.
Being number one in the inner circle of disciples really has its advantages!
After Feng Tian Hen sat down, his eyes seed to unconsciously drift towards a particular direction, and he then said with a soft laugh: “It is indeed sothing important, and it wouldn’t be wise to leave it in the hands of others.”
She didn’t know whether she was mistaken, but she felt that the look that Feng Tian Hen gave was actually directed right at her.
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