The White-haired Mage’s Witty Banter and the Peak Chief’s Ire. Behind the Temple Doors.

After Huo Zirou left, Yang Wei wasted no time and quickly prepared himself. He headed to the meeting place he and Guo Xiaomei had agreed upon the night before.

As soon as he arrived at the grove, he noticed something peculiar about the disciples from Green Sanctuary Peak that he hadn't picked up on before. They were all much more feminine and slender compared to others he had encountered. It might seem normal at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was quite striking. Regardless of gender, they all had a delicate appearance. Some of the males even seemed more feminine than the females, with a few of them sporting colored nail polish.

While he found it unsettling to see men behaving that way, Yang Wei refused to let it distract him.

"You'd think the men in this world would be preparing themselves to fight back, or at least aiming for some equality with the women. But no, they're just busy painting their nails and braiding their hair."