In a grand hall at the summit of Qinglin Academy, Leng Yanran sat on the main seat, watching the restrained young man before her with cold eyes.
Although the young man was restrained, his gaze was bold. He looked directly into Leng Yanran's eyes without glancing at her graceful figure.
The two of them locked eyes for a full ten minutes, neither uttering a word as if whoever spoke first would lose.
Finally, Leng Yanran gave in. She looked at the young man and asked coldly with a sneer, "I've heard you're quite unwilling to be my direct disciple, that you even publicly refused, causing everyone in the Academy to know about it?"
Upon hearing this, a bitter smile appeared on the young man's face.
Indeed, when Chen Wudi told him this news, he did say he wouldn't do it, but he never expected that Chen Wudi, the loudmouth, would spread the news throughout the entire Academy.