"Now that everyone is here, I will tell you about your next test," Master Popo said, a smile on his lips as he glanced at the Martial Students. They avoided looking in his direction—some glancing down, others staring into the distance. He was already used to this. At first, he found it disrespectful and rude, but as time passed, he gradually got accustomed to it.
Of course, he had tried to question some of them, but they refused to answer, fear evident on their faces. When someone did try to answer, especially the women, their faces would always turn red, leaving them unable to speak.
This led him to one very possible conclusion: they were awe-stricken by his looks, by how he carried himself, and by his charm, which was out of this world. No matter what he did, they would always fall for him. Even some men didn't dare to look at him, likely out of jealousy of his handsome appearance.