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Chu Fenglei stopped speaking further, worried that saying more might lead to a fight with Gu Haiqing. In such a setting, it was best to avoid a confrontation.

He turned and walked towards Beisitian, arriving beside her and changed his earlier indifferent attitude on stage, greeting her with a faint smile: "Hello."

Beisitian was not surprised by Chu Fenglei’s proactive greeting; that painting was not just any casual artwork. It was originally an auxiliary training by her master to enhance her spirit, naturally, creating art increased spirit more than merely viewing it.

Beisitian smiled slightly and replied politely.

"Your painting is excellent!" Chu Fenglei remarked.

"Thank you."

Neither of them mentioned the events on stage a moment ago.

Chu Fenglei did not know that Beisitian had seen through him long ago. He carefully avoided the topic of Mystic Doctor, only discussing that artwork.

"Though my proficiency in watercolor is not at that level, I’ve dabbled in it. If possible, I hope we can exchange insights sometime," said Chu Fenglei.

Beisitian’s eyes showed strong interest, "Mutual exchange can mutually promote progress, it would be best to have an exchange."

Luo Yirui held his mother’s hand, looking up at her, feeling a bit strange. Was his mother really that interested in painting? Normally, he never saw her paint.

But he only wondered in his heart and didn’t express it.

Seeing this, Chu Fenglei assumed Beisitian was deeply passionate about watercolor painting. After all, to achieve such skill at a young age meant she was likely always practicing.

As expected, Chu Fenglei exchanged contact information with Beisitian, without rushing to set a specific time, as that might seem too eager and make it look like he had an agenda.

Gu Haiqing watched coldly, though puzzled by the painting, he trusted his Sensitive体质. Therefore, he did not notice the subtle fluctuations in spirit.

Seeing Chu Fenglei’s demeanor now, Gu Haiqing scrutinized Beisitian with more curiosity.

Gu Haiqing understood very well who Chu Fenglei was, normally arrogant, dismissive of even those slightly less capable than him.

Now showing such enthusiasm toward an ordinary woman, he couldn’t believe there wasn’t something amiss. Interested in watercolor? Ha, how could he not know of Chu Fenglei having this hobby?

His calligraphy was good, mostly as a result of Truman nurturing their disciples.

Could it be that Chu Fenglei already knew about Qingyu and Wei Zhongxun? Such a possibility wasn’t impossible but seemed unlikely, as Chu Fenglei had not been actively involved in the modern Mystic Doctor world for a month.

This was why Gu Haiqing felt extremely puzzled.

Due to Chu Fenglei, Gu Haiqing found himself doubting and trying to analyze Beisitian more thoroughly.

Zhan Hongjun had already walked over with a cheerful grin, "Madam, you are truly talented. Today has been absolutely eye-opening!"

He first flattered her.

Beisitian smiled, "No need to thank me."

Zhan Hongjun: "..." Should he be thanking her for broadening his horizons?

Today, Beisitian was particularly unpredictable, and Zhan Hongjun immediately heightened his awareness; if he couldn’t handle her, how could he manage Wei Zhongxun?

"Um... I’ll escort you back to the hotel, ma’am." Zhan Hongjun chuckled.

As he was about to leave, Gu Haiqing stepped forward, saying, "I’ll go with you."

Zhan Hongjun paused briefly, nodded, then wondered what was happening today as he left the hall.

Le Jiayang watched their backs, lost in thought, then turned toward the parking lot.

On the way, although Gu Haiqing remained silent, he occasionally glanced at Beisitian through the rearview mirror, thinking she wouldn’t notice, absorbed as she seemed with her child. Actually, Beisitian saw everything.

Beisitian remained composed; only when these people approached could she have the opportunity to learn what she wanted.

Though the plan wasn’t perfect and rather rushed, everything was proceeding as expected for now. Unforeseen events were inevitable, and these experts suddenly emerging kept her quite vigilant, with a looming feeling that a storm is brewing.

The only thing leaving Beisitian somewhat confused was how everything seemed disordered without a single thread to trace, all chaotic like headless flies crashing around.

Arriving at the hotel, Zhan Hongjun and his companion didn’t linger, seeing Beisitian and her son into the hotel before departing.

On the road, Zhan Hongjun asked while driving: "Sea clear has never been so proactive before; is there any new discovery?"

Gu Haiqing shook his head.

Zhan Hongjun was used to this behavior; if Gu Haiqing didn’t want to speak, no amount of questioning would change that.

"Oh, right, is that Chu Fenglei the one you referred to as the Truman disgrace?" Zhan Hongjun asked.

Though Zhan Hongjun had seen Chu Fenglei previously, he didn’t know Chu Fenglei was part of Mystic Doctor until hearing it from Gu Haiqing. That’s when he learned the man reluctantly on stage was even more formidable than Gu Haiqing.

However, these two didn’t get along well, bickering whenever they met.

At Heavenly Blessing Hotel, once Beisitian returned, Wei Zhongxun came looking for her.

"Master, how was it?" Wei Zhongxun assessed Beisitian’s expression, sensing new findings.

Beisitian shared about Chu Fenglei’s situation, causing Wei Zhongxun to also show seriousness.

A few years ago, there wasn’t even one adept in Spiritual Talisman; now emerging was an adept of Spiritual Talisman. These experts are young — whether it was Gu Haiqing or Chu Fenglei, none were very old — where did these people come from?

The possibility of them being hidden experts from major families or sects wasn’t impossible but seemed low. While these groups had some foundation, it wasn’t profound enough! 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"That bald woman has vanished again." Wei Zhongxun sighed after speaking.

Regardless of Hawkeye’s efforts, that person had disappeared as if evaporated, since the time she sought Gu Haiqing’s residence. Everyone awaited her next move, yet she became silent, seemingly interested only in knowing Gu Haiqing’s room number.

Beisitian frowned; the situation was growing more complex. She glanced at Luo Yirui — the child shouldn’t stay here anymore, feeling many uncontrollable things looming.

"Contact Zhong Yuan, have him come for Little Rui." Beisitian instructed.

Wei Zhongxun didn’t hesitate this time, nodding: "Understood."

Luo Yirui puckered his lips at the side, really not wanting to leave, but seeing his mother’s solemn face, didn’t dare to speak further.