Yao Ancestor's eyes flickered, and the trace of anger and discomfort in her heart also gradually disappeared. She observed Li Hao's eyes, focused and pure, with no hint of lust, but rather like a simple admiration of beauty.
This kind of gaze brought a faint sense of joy to her heart.
It was utterly different from the covert looks of the Inner Sect Disciples who secretly peeked at her, including those of some Saint Heirs.
Yao Ancestor had previously heard of Qingfeng Pill Master but hadn't taken it seriously. Even a high-level alchemist could offer her little help now, unless it was to refine pills for her disciples.
But now, she began to appreciate this Qingfeng Pill Master.
As time passed, the matches on the stage were fiercely contested, and the cheering from the spectators' seats was loud. Amidst this noisy and lively environment, Li Hao felt as if he was sitting alone in the deep mountains, his entire being exuding a profound and serene tranquility.