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The two did not speak, but their eyes were entangled with each other.
Xiao Ruoling's deep and captivating eyes seemed to contain both blame and resentment.
Chu Zhiyuan understood her gaze, knowing she also received the news and blamed him for being too risky.
He smiled slightly, wanting to hold her tender hands, but forcibly restrained himself.
In front of so many disciples, such intimacy would make them feel uncomfortable, thus weakening her authority.
"The Princely Heir's visit truly brings glory to humble abodes!" Shen Hanyue snorted softly, "The Princely Heir's great defeat of Da Lie's four camps is indeed commendable!"
Chu Zhiyuan looked towards Shen Hanyue.
Standing behind Xiao Ruoling, Shen Hanyue also wore a snow-like white dress.
She too wore a white veil along with the five other women.
Yet she was eye-catching at first glance, and her beauty could be felt instantly.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "Holy Daughter Shen, you heard about it too? From where?"
