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Du Rui, an exceptionally forgetful reader, finds himself transmigrated into one of the top male harem stallion novels, but as the antagonist. Now inhabiting the role of Xue Xinyu, the cunning villain, Du Rui struggles to maintain his s...
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"So, Liang Zhiguan, how did you come to be Master Xue's disciple?" he inquired casually, his stirring spoon tracing lazy circles in the pot, creating a soothing rhythm that filled the air.
Liang Zhiguan hesitated, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. "It's a long story," he began cautiously, his mind briefly wandering through the winding paths of his past.
Junjie, ever curious and perhaps a tad mischievous, chimed in with a grin, "Considering Master Xue's reputation for being selective with disciples, you must have some impressive persuading skills!"
Their banter was abruptly interrupted by the soft echo of footsteps approaching from the cavern entrance. The disciples turned as one, their attention drawn to the unexpected visitor stepping into the warm glow of the firelight. Liang Zhiguan instinctively rose to his feet, hand hovering near the hilt of his sword, prepared to defend their sanctuary against any potential threat.
Emerging from the shadows, a young girl with an air of mystery about her spoke softly, seeking to allay their suspicions. "I apologise for intruding," she offered with sincerity, her voice carrying an earnest tone that hinted at hidden layers. "I entered from the other side of the cave and overheard your conversation. I meant no harm."
Liang Zhiguan regarded her with a cautious stare, his grip on his sword unwavering. "And who might you be?" he inquired, his tone guarded yet tinged with curiosity.
"My name is Yuan Jiayi," the girl introduced herself with a tentative step forward, her demeanour gentle and unassuming. "Would you mind if I joined you?" Her eyes flickered briefly toward Liang Zhiguan's sword, a silent acknowledgment of his vigilance.
Junjie, ever the gracious host, intervened with a welcoming smile. "Please, make yourself comfortable," he urged, extending a gesture of hospitality despite the lingering tension. Reluctantly, Liang Zhiguan eased his hand away from his weapon, though his wariness remained palpable.
Yuan Jiayi settled down next to him, maintaining a respectful distance, her presence adding an intriguing twist to their impromptu gathering.
"We've just prepared some soup. Would you care for a bowl?" Junjie offered hospitably, pouring the fragrant concoction into humble earthenware vessels fashioned by the Fenghuang disciples earlier. Despite their unconventional nature, the makeshift bowls proved quite functional, reflecting the resourcefulness of their creators.
"Thank you," Yuan Jiayi accepted graciously, her slender fingers curling around the warm earthenware bowl as she nodded gently in appreciation. Liang Zhiguan took his portion in silence, his apprehension still lingering like a stubborn shadow despite the comforting warmth of the soup.
As they savoured the hearty broth, the cavern filled with the hum of conversation. Yuan Jiayi, Junjie, and the others engaged in lively chatter, exchanging anecdotes and sharing laughter that echoed off the rocky walls. Liang Zhiguan remained mostly silent, his mind preoccupied with a nagging unease that refused to dissipate.
