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To everyone, Yun Jiu seemed to be in unbearable pain, which was why she had hurriedly left. Her silhouette appeared particularly lonely under the setting sun, as if the entire world had abandoned her. The gazes of the crowd towards Bai Moyu became increasingly intriguing, their eyes sparkling with gossip, as if they had just witnessed a sensational news story.
"My goodness, the information contained in Yun Jiu's words was quite substantial!" someone whispered.
"An ulterior motive? Who doesn't know that the Bai Family and the Yun Family are at odds? Young Master Moyu must want to learn something from Yun Jiu or perhaps do something through her," another person chimed in, their tone filled with speculation.
Previously, they all thought it was Yun Jiu who was clinging to Bai Moyu, but now it was clear that Bai Moyu had ulterior motives regarding Yun Jiu! As they recalled the resolute look in Yun Jiu's eyes when she left, they couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her. A lonely girl without support, being toyed with by a young master like Bai Moyu—how pitiful!
Just then, a server from the Gathering Immortals Pavilion suddenly shouted, "Hey! That Yun Jiu hasn't paid yet! The dishes she ordered are all signature items from our menu, costing dozens of taels of silver!"
The server's voice broke the crowd's reverie, and their gazes instinctively turned towards Bai Moyu. Yun Jiu's departure was closely related to him, and now they could only ask him for the money. Bai Moyu was feeling quite gloomy; how could that fool Yun Jiu suddenly say such things? Who taught her that? He had to get to the bottom of it!
"Young Master Moyu, what do you think about this..." The server cleverly avoided directly asking for money and instead gestured subtly towards the direction where Yun Jiu had left.
Bai Moyu understood his implication all too well. However, he truly did not want to pay! He wasn't a fool! But under everyone's watchful eyes, he couldn't refuse too obviously; otherwise, it would only solidify the accusation that he had been using Yun Jiu.
At that moment, Bai Morou shot a glare at the attendant. "What does this dish have to do with my brother? It's that useless Yun Jiu who ate it! Get lost!" Her voice rang out clearly, echoing throughout the hall.
Although the crowd dared not openly mock her, their eyes betrayed their dissatisfaction with Bai Morou and their condemnation of Bai Moyu.
Just moments ago, Bai Morou had been saying how much Young Master Moyu cared for Yun Jiu. Now, when it came time to pay the bill, she completely distanced herself! How shameless! It seemed everything Yun Jiu said was true! This Young Master Moyu was just using her! The murmurs among the crowd grew louder, making Bai Moyu's expression increasingly grim. He shot a warning glance at Bai Morou to silence her, then took a deep breath to suppress his rising anger. He pulled out several silver ingots from his pocket and tossed them to the attendant. "No need for change!" With that, he turned and left, as if staying even a moment longer would be unbearable.
"Cousin! Wait for me!" The woman in white hurried after him. "Is that Yun Jiu really as you say? Does she often cling to you?" The woman, named Su Yanran, was Bai Moyu's cousin and one of his potential fiancées. She had always held expectations for Bai Moyu, hoping he could become a true man rather than just a spoiled rich kid relying on family power. Thus, she was particularly sensitive to any woman appearing around him, especially someone like Yun Jiu, a solitary girl who made her feel threatened.
"Yanran, you misunderstand! That Yun Jiu is just an adopted daughter of the Yun Family. Her adoptive parents have both passed away; she's quite pitiful. I only felt compassion and wanted to help her. I never expected her to misinterpret my intentions and keep clinging to me. This time, she probably used some tactic of retreating to advance, trying to attract my attention!" Bai Moyu quickly explained, his face full of sincerity as if he were truly tormented by Yun Jiu's persistence. "Rest assured, I only have you in my heart; I would never look at that ugly waste!"
"Yes, Sister Yanran, you don't know—everyone in Ye City knows about Yun Chuqiu. She's a cultivator who can't practice and is also dark and ugly. If it weren't for my brother's kind heart, who would bother with such a waste?" Bai Morou added disdainfully, as if even mentioning Yun Chuqiu lowered her own status.
A hint of contempt flashed across Su Yanran's face as she slightly raised her chin and asked, "The Yun Family? Is that the same Yun Family that has always been at odds with your Bai Family?"
"That's right, it's them." Bai Moyu nodded, a hint of malice flickering in his eyes. "The head of the Yun Family is only at the Sixth Layer of Spirit Refinement. Their family's influence is about the same as ours in the Bai Family; they've been secretly competing with us all along."
Upon hearing this, Su Yanran displayed a look of disdain. "The Sixth Layer of Spirit Refinement? In Ye City, that might still count for something, but in Lingyun City, it's hardly impressive. There, the Sixth Layer of Spirit Refinement is merely considered average."
Bai Moyu felt a twinge of discomfort but maintained a smile as he replied, "Sister Yanran is right. Lingyun City is the capital, so it naturally produces many talents. Cultivators from small places like ours can't compare to Sister Yanran."
Bai Morou chimed in from the side, "Exactly! Sister Yanran not only looks beautiful but also has high cultivation. It's truly enviable."
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