Chu Fenglei stared at the painting for a moment, and even though it was just a little, he did feel a slight fluctuation in the spirit, confirming his thoughts, he looked at Beisitian in disbelief.

He could tell Beisitian didn’t do anything intentionally; she just created casually, and it had such an effect. This, at least, required meeting two conditions.

First, Beisitian had a significant mastery in ink wash painting, to the extent that her works themselves had a profound charm and an increasingly mesmerizing spirit!

Second, Beisitian is a Great Power!

These two conditions, no matter which one, are extremely demanding, not something someone of Beisitian’s age should possess. Yet, here they were, embodied in someone deemed impossible.

Chu Fenglei had come out of seclusion with a mission, a promise binding him here, causing him much irritation. However, encountering Beisitian today did bring him some relief.

Anyone meeting such a person couldn’t help but explore further.

Chu Fenglei looked at Gu Haiqing, noticing that Gu Haiqing was also looking at the painting, somewhat entranced, while others mostly expressed amazement and astonishment.

He knew that Gu Haiqing had a Sensitive体质, so if that’s the case, he should be able to see the uniqueness of Beisitian. However, to actively inquire of Gu Haiqing, his pride wouldn’t allow it.

In the audience, Yuan Tong watched as Beisitian casually painted an ink wash painting. After the surprise, she was so angry she almost threw her cup. She had planned to let Beisitian go up to embarrass her, not to have her steal the spotlight!

Damn it, she had done something that became a bridal gown for this woman!

Yuan Tong felt incredibly resentful. Originally, if Beisitian had made a fool of herself, she would no longer be angry about the dress, and wouldn’t even glance at it again. However, things didn’t go as expected, and it let her steal the spotlight instead.

Now, her issue wasn’t with the dress or Yunyi’s boss but with Beisitian!

Some say women’s average lifespan is shorter than men’s because their hearts are smaller than the eye of a needle.

A matter that could have been resolved with a step back was, due to her own dissatisfaction, exacerbated, causing conflicts to intensify.

Now, whenever Yuan Tong thought of Beisitian surely feeling smug, she’d clench her teeth in anger, constantly plotting ways to make her look bad.

After finishing her painting, Beisitian was about to step down when the Host stopped her, noting this wasn’t the correct procedure.

The proper procedure was that after the chosen guest displayed their talent, they would interact with the former Prince to keep the atmosphere lively.

Beisitian didn’t know this procedure, but even if she knew, she might still ignore it. Just the title Prince made her lose any interest. However, this Prince was somewhat special as he was a Mystic Doctor, so she decided to stay after the Host explained.

"I didn’t expect Ms. Bei to be so skilled in ink wash painting. Coincidentally, Mr. Chu also excels remarkably in calligraphy. If the two could collaborate, they would surely be the perfect partners. Does Ms. Bei have anything to say to Mr. Chu?" The Host asked enthusiastically.

Beisitian was silent for two seconds, then said, "No."

The Host’s smile momentarily froze, completely unprepared for Beisitian’s response.

Most frequent attendees of such events, so the Host assumed Beisitian knew about Chu Fenglei’s past glory. Even if she didn’t, to avoid awkwardness, most would choose to say something. Who would have thought Beisitian would answer so candidly?

Indeed, there was a moment of awkwardness, but being a Host meant needing to manage unexpected situations. He laughed, "Ms. Bei is indeed quite straightforward, no wonder she can create such deeply perceivable artworks."

Though the audience hadn’t grasped the connection between straightforwardness and painting, the Host quickly redirected attention, aiming the microphone at Chu Fenglei, smiling, "Mr. Chu, do you have any comments on this painting?"

Chu Fenglei glanced at Beisitian and then spoke under the Host’s hopeful gaze, "No."

The Host paused for a second, nearly dropping the microphone. Could he not host smoothly anymore? This was frustrating!

Encountering these two, the Host thought he might have an unlucky star above him, bringing bad fortunes. Next time there’s an event, he might need to check the almanac.

The Host took a deep breath, forced a smile, and told the audience, "These two are quite straightforward, but without a doubt, their abilities are unquestionable. Mr. Chu, as the former Prince, has talents everyone witnessed. The guest invited here also brims with talent. Let’s give them applause!"

Zhan Hongjun immediately led the applause and glared at Le Jiayang, who followed suit, soon prompting a full round of applause from the audience.

Hmm, if they didn’t cooperate a bit, they might need to find a new Host next time.

The event finally concluded, and the Host breathed a sigh of relief. Beisitian had already stepped down, and whatever more was left unsaid couldn’t be stated on stage. Moreover, she didn’t know Chu Fenglei’s depth, and probing recklessly could lead to a passive stance.

Chu Fenglei quietly watched Beisitian head towards a little boy, the pair smiling happily, deep in thought. Here, perhaps Beisitian could easily meet the first condition, but the second was truly far-fetched.

A Great Power in their twenties? This was impossible even in the Truman. Let alone Truman, even among those elite tycoons, such a figure couldn’t exist.

Seeing that Beisitian didn’t pay much attention to him, Chu Fenglei turned to Gu Haiqing. This woman was with Gu Haiqing and others when she came in, so Gu Haiqing might know about her situation.

He had come out six months after Gu Haiqing and was still learning about the current clan sect dynamics, not as knowledgeable as Gu Haiqing. But asking Gu Haiqing for help was out of the question; probing first was a possibility.

"Didn’t expect you to be let out too." Chu Fenglei coldly looked at Gu Haiqing.

Gu Haiqing met his gaze unyieldingly, a corner of her mouth curving up, "Why not? If Truman dares to let you out, why wouldn’t I be out?"

Chu Fenglei wasn’t bothered, "You think blending in with these playboys will help you find what you’re looking for?"

Playboy Zhan Hongjun: "..."

Playboy Le Jiayang: "..."

Can you not mock people right to their faces?

Gu Haiqing raised an eyebrow, "Heh, doesn’t matter, I’ll tell you anyway, we’ve already found a lead!"

Chu Fenglei looked at Gu Haiqing, seeing that he wasn’t lying, and was momentarily surprised. Just a lead? Then what did Beisitian’s appearance mean? Who exactly was she?