Three years. It had been three years.

He was dressed in a dark blue robe, a mint scarf around his shoulders despite the summer season. Everyone’s attention turned towards him as he stepped out of the Flameyellow Pagoda in his black boots.

Although the likes of Mo Lin and Xing Que were already considered handsome when compared with the rest of the disciples, they lacked the one thing that made Lin Xiaoting stand out. It was his demeanour, his aura. The way he smiled was as if he was the master of the world, a kind of temperament even the seniors in the sanctum lacked.

Three years had passed. The Lin Xiaoting now seemed more mature and composed, not to mention much more confident as well.

Ever since he revealed himself, the crowd was silent. Many of the disciples gazed at him with envy and longing. Like his name, he was cool and humorous, yet struck like a storm. His sudden appearance could be likened to a lightning bolt, stunning everyone assembled outside with his mere presence. Coupled with his dashing face and his slender figures, calling him ‘one-of-a-kind’ and ‘unique’ didn’t seem that far off.

“Master, Chancellor.”...