Young Master?

Shen Yu sipped the tea while closing his eyes. His hand rested on the wooden table as the chattering on the upper floor of the restaurant reached his ears. He heard everyone talking, but he wasn't really interested in that.

He was still thinking about that girl and was surprised at the fact that seeing slavery had affected him so much. He had really gotten angry but didn't allow it to overpower his reasoning.

It wasn't the first time he had done that, anyway. In the outskirts, one had to learn to endure, and he had learned it well. 

'Hmm, Well, it isn't a bad thing. Getting angry about something I hate is normal, as long as I don't let it overpower me.'

He looked at Ying Yue, who was silently sitting in her seat with her eyes closed. It was as if she was a statue.

"Let's go; it's time for the auction."

Shen Yu stood up, signaling to Ying Yue, who also stood up. She smiled and nodded at him.

They were going to leave the upper floor when a group of young men passed through the corridor. Shen Yu didn't mind and let them pass; however, they suddenly stopped.

Shen Yu's lips twitched, having a foreboding. Didn't the situation clearly look similar to the restaurant face-slapping trope he had read so much?

And indeed it was.

The leading young man turned around and smiled at Ying Yue. He closed his hand fan and walked closer to them. Shen Yu rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. He was thinking about whether he should kick the young directly out or just simply beat them enough.

After all, he wouldn't wait for him to make a move on Ying Yue and then do something. He didn't like those MCs who only retaliated when their partner was too much touched. They would let the young master talk so much and all.

Shen Yu wasn't having any of that.

When he was thinking so much, the young man with deep yellow-blonde hair reached Ying Yue, who looked at him with a disgusted gaze.

He bowed slightly, his lips tugged into a perfect smile. His clothes, demeanor, and everything were screaming of him being a young master.

"Hello, beautiful. My name is Bai Chen, and I'm the Young Master of the Seven Stars Sect. I see that you're really beautiful and even that mask of yours can't hide that beauty. Would you like to have tea with me?"

Ying Yue didn't reply but only looked at him in utter disgust as if she were looking at a random worm crawling on a rainy day. The Young Master of Seven Stars Sect was nothing more than a bug to her. But she didn't reply immediately as she thought.

'Should I just kill him directly? But that will bring problems to Master even though I know they aren't much of a threat to him. They are troublesome. Hmm, I should just manage it somehow and assassinate him later. That's the best.'

Having come to the decision, Ying Yue was ready to make the young master leave somehow when a broad back covered her sight. She was surprised and looked at the familiar back.

Her lips tugged upwards in a beautiful smile, and even though a mask covered most of her face, she still looked beautiful. Her golden eyes held nothing but happiness, seeing her master defend her.

Shen Yu came between Bai Chen and Ying Yue, with a wide, annoying smile on his face. He said, much to Bai Chen's irritation.

"I'm sorry, but my wife won't go with someone as shady as you."

"Who are you calling shady, brat? He's the young master of the Seven Star Sect. Didn't you hear, or you're completely deaf?"

Before Bai Chen could say anything, a follower of his roared from behind. Shen Yu didn't even spare him a glance, knowing he was just another Lackey of a young master. After all, without lackeys, a young master wasn't a young master.

Bai Chen raised his hand to stop his Lackey and said to Shen Yu.

"Listen, man. I'm a peaceful man and would suggest you know your limits. You're just an ugly crow trying to swallow a swan. You should just leave her before things get South for you."

'At least say the idiom properly. Well, what am I expecting from a young master?'

Shen Yu shook his head and raised his hand, not really in the mood to argue with a dumb man like Bai Chen. Arguing with a fool only proves there are two, so he would just throw him aside like a bug he was.

After all, Shen Yu was never afraid of showing his power; he was just too lazy to use them.

But before he could do anything, a voice sounded on the upper floor of the restaurant, making everything stop. The voice carried authority and made everyone listen to it.

"I will advise Young Master Bai to remember where he is. This isn't the territory of Seven Stars Sect, so it'll be better if you don't cause trouble. After all, it wouldn't be good if Wind Flower Sect hears about this."

Shen Yu stopped his hand and turned his head to look at the source of the voice.

It was a beautiful woman. Her hair, a captivating blend of soft pink hues, flowed down her back like a cascading waterfall, accentuated by strands of pristine white. Golden eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned her surroundings with an air of confidence and grace. 

She wore a meticulously crafted white dress, which hugged her form and flared out at the skirt, revealing a glimpse of her thighs above her black thigh-high stockings adorned with intricate lace patterns.

A black and red robe with ornate designs draped elegantly over her dress, adding an aura of authority and mystique. At her side, she carried a slender, crimson-bladed sword, its presence a silent testament to her strength and skill. 

Bai Chen's face turned ugly, and he scoffed.