Since it was a visit from the Qinghe Sage of the Cultivation World, the Yuling Sect naturally arranged a decent residence for her.
Today, the younger generation of the An family had come to see this grand aunt.
An Ruojun and An Ruoxi, the two sisters, need not be mentioned—they had definitely met her before.
As direct descendants, the two girls held a not-low status within the An family.
Moreover, looking at the entire younger generation of the An family, the two girls’ talent and strength were far ahead, making the rest of the An juniors seem particularly obscure.
Currently, the strongest member of the An family within the Yuling Sect was An Lianshan, who held the position of an Elder and enjoyed considerable status within the sect.
In terms of seniority, An Ruojun and An Ruoxi would have to address him as uncle.
As today’s gathering was a family banquet, only members of the An family were present, so the number of people was sparse.
Oh, there was one person who wasn’t technically an An family member yet—Mo Huaiyu.
Others didn’t know about the marriage contract between Mo Huaiyu and An Ruoxi; even An Lianshan was unaware.
However, the Qinghe Sage seemed to know something, but in her impression, shouldn’t it be Ruojun?
How did it become Ruoxi?
Mo Huaiyu entered the Qinghe Sage’s temporary cave mansion.
Inside, the banquet tables were already set, nearly full of people.
He thought he could just find any chair to sit in, but unexpectedly, Sister Ruoxi grabbed him and pulled him toward the head table.
“Junior Brother Mo, over here.”
An Ruoxi led Mo Huaiyu to the topmost banquet table.
This was the seating area for the direct lineage of the An family.
The Qinghe Sage also came from the An family’s direct line.
Under An Ruoxi’s guidance, Mo Huaiyu sat down beside her.
Then, An Ruojun directly pulled up a chair and sat down next to Mo Huaiyu.
Well, now the two great beauties sandwiched the youth between them.
His small figure was almost hidden by their ample, graceful silhouettes.
Two others were already seated here, a man and a woman.
The woman was clearly curious about this young, tender, and cute boy.
Moreover, Mo Huaiyu’s appearance was exceptionally refined and handsome, causing her to glance at the youth frequently.
The man was a slightly plump young man.
Seeing that the youth was not from the An family yet had entered today’s occasion and was even sitting at the head table, he frowned, as if he had something to say.
But just as he was about to speak, he met An Ruoxi’s cool, detached gaze.
His heart fluttered wildly, and he ultimately chose to follow his heart—and stay silent.
Mo Huaiyu naturally noticed the young man who had been about to speak.
Sensing his aura… Divine Palace Realm mid-stage?
So-so.
If I were his age and only at the Divine Palace Realm, I’d…
Forget it, forget it.
Better not jinx it.
Not long after, a middle-aged man accompanied a white-haired elderly lady out.
As the old lady took her seat, she spoke, “Today is just a family banquet. No need for formalities. Everyone, please start.”
The table was full of Spiritual Food, and its grade was not low.
For these juniors of the An family, eating it would surely advance their cultivation by a step.
An Lianshan chatted with the Qinghe Sage.
The juniors didn’t dare speak casually and kept their heads down, eating the Spiritual Food.
Mo Huaiyu took a sip of spirit fruit juice and then stuffed Spiritual Food into his mouth.
During this, Sister Ruoxi occasionally put food into his bowl, which caught the old lady’s attention.
She glanced his way a couple of times but ultimately said nothing.
An Ruojun sat on his left.
Her ample bosom rested against the edge of the table, like inverted jade bowls.
One slender hand propped up her smooth chin, her red lips slightly pursed.
Her peripheral vision watched his small head, her eyes flickering.
An Ruoxi sat on his right.
Her beautiful back was straight as bamboo, her peaks full and firm.
Her expression was cool, her demeanor aloof, making others dare not approach without permission.
And he sat right in the middle.
Even if he didn’t want to sneak a peek, the corner of his eye easily caught glimpses of the plump peaks, stretched taut.
Upon careful comparison, the Eldest Senior Sister’s still had a slight edge.
However, as he was stealing glances, he heard a voice by his ear:
“Hmph—”
An Ruojun saw from the corner of her eye that the youth’s eating pace had slowed.
Looking closer, well, the little one’s eyes weren’t behaving.
“Ahem.”
Mo Huaiyu’s small face flushed red.
Getting caught peeking at others… the embarrassment was enough to dig out a four-courtyard mansion with his toes.
After the meal, it was the Qinghe Sage’s turn to explain some insights about formations to the juniors.
How much they could comprehend depended on their individual talent.
“Junior Brother Mo, what is your level in formations?”
An Ruoxi’s beautiful eyes looked toward the youth sitting properly.
Including his previous performance at the Dao-Asking Convention, she had seen that Junior Brother Mo was quite knowledgeable about Elixirs and had also seen him use talismans.
“Mmm… I know a little, I suppose.”
Among the four skills, formations were Mo Huaiyu’s weakest.
Mainly because there was too much to remember, along with various flexible applications, combinations of multiple arrays, and so-called formation variations.
“You either know it or you don’t. What does ‘know a little’ mean?”
An Ruojun glanced sideways at the youth beside her.
Noticing he was half-listening and half-taking notes, she raised a slender eyebrow and casually took one sheet.
After a quick glance, she saw the notes the youth had taken were quite detailed, and the handwriting was neat and clean.
An Ruoxi also couldn’t suppress her curiosity.
Her slender hand took another sheet.
The entire note looked pleasing to the eye.
As the saying goes, the handwriting reflects the person.
Since Junior Brother Mo’s calligraphy was so good, his true nature must also be excellent.
“Little devil, you’ve written it down this meticulously, and you still call it ‘knowing a little’?”
After examining it carefully, An Ruojun realized this brat not only recorded everything the grand aunt said but also wrote down some of his own insights!
“There’s a saying from my hometown: ‘The palest ink is better than the best memory.’ Besides, if I truly understood it, I’d remember it after hearing it once. I wouldn’t need to write it down at all.”
Mo Huaiyu took the notes back from the two beauties.
Even if he didn’t understand it now, what if… right?
What if he learned it in the future?
Then he’d be able to understand it.
An Ruojun watched the youth writing his notes, then her delicate body leaned over.
Because the distance was too close, her red lips were right by his ear as she spoke:
“Little devil, what are you drawing here?”
Her orchid-like breath brushed his face, carrying a hint of clear, charming scent.
She didn’t seem to mind the closeness between them at all.
“What is it?”
Hearing this, An Ruoxi also looked over.
However, she didn’t lean her body close like An Ruojun did.
Instead, her fair, lovely face drew near, her beautiful eyes holding a touch of warmth.
“N-nothing, really. Just some random scribbles.”
Mo Huaiyu, originally sandwiched between the two great beauties, was already feeling a bit restless.
Now, with the two beauties closing in without any sense of personal space, his thoughts immediately began to grow tangled.
Sister Ruoxi and I are engaged, so being this close is quite reasonable.
But why is the Eldest Senior Sister joining in on the fun…
An Ruojun might not have minded, but Mo Huaiyu was very aware at this moment.
Suddenly, her substantial… assets brushed against his shoulder.
“!!!”
Scratch—
Mo Huaiyu’s hand jerked, and the pen tip dragged a long line across the paper.
The sudden sound interrupted the Qinghe Sage’s explanation and also drew the attention of everyone around to them.
Everyone saw it: the two great beauties, each leaning closer than the other to the youth in the middle.
Mo Huaiyu: “…”