Kunlun Scripture Pavilion.
Qiu Changtian sat beside the desk, focusing intently as he flipped through the scripture scrolls.
The light streaming in from the window lattice fell on his peerlessly handsome profile, as if adding an exquisite golden rim.
A few Kunlun female disciples hid by the bookshelves, ogling Chief Qiu with either infatuation or zeal.
If this were modern times, girls would have been unable to restrain themselves from striking up a conversation.
But after all, this was ancient times; even though cultivators generally did not adhere strictly to propriety, the notion of proactively flirting with strange men was non-existent.
Xu Yinglian watched for a moment and felt a sudden sense of crisis in her heart, as if her senior brother was about to be stolen away.
That's not right! It wasn't worry about her senior brother being snatched away, but rather that these senior and junior sisters didn't understand his true nature!