Chapter 121: Is This Young Girl Master Liu's Ancestral Teacher?

Snowball gnawed on the shredded chicken from a fried drumstick, finding a spare moment to tilt its head and squeak, "Ancestor, it seems the Fourth Master of the Duan family has come looking for you."

Bai Chuwei kept her head down, nibbling at the fried drumstick in small bites. The overwhelming greasiness felt cloying on her palate; she simply could not fathom Snowball’s taste. Without looking up, she said with calm composure, "He’s looking for me? He can’t see me anyway, so it’s fine."

The Ancestor was quite confident. The concealment spell she had cast on a whim ensured no one at the banquet could perceive her. One only had to look at Duan Xingye to know—he had passed by her three or four times already and had yet to notice her presence.

Duan Feihan was no different.

The man’s footsteps approached from the distance, carrying the faint scent of spiritual energy she found so agreeable. His tall silhouette loomed over her, casting layers of shadow. Bai Chuwei remained indifferent, continuing to munch on her drumstick with leisure.

Suddenly, Duan Feihan reached out toward her. "Miss Bai, may I have this dance?"

Bai Chuwei’s nibbling came to a sudden halt. "???"

Her neck stiffened, and the fried drumstick in her hand slipped with a soft *thud*, landing right on top of Duan Feihan’s polished, jet-black leather shoe.

Bai Chuwei looked up with mechanical precision, her eyes fixed steadily on Duan Feihan as she pointed a finger at herself. "You... can see me?"

"Yes," Duan Feihan replied.

"!!!"

The Ancestor retorted immediately, "Nonsense, that’s impossible!"

Duan Feihan was indeed a walking reservoir of spiritual energy, but he was merely an ordinary man—he did not practice cultivation. How could he possibly pierce through her spell?

Although it was only a minor technique, there was still an invisible chasm between a cultivator and an ordinary human.

Duan Feihan did not speak; he simply watched her with his deep, fathomless eyes. Bai Chuwei’s mind was in a state of chaos, and she realized something a beat too late:

"Um, I don't actually like eating fried drumsticks."

Duan Feihan glanced at the half-eaten drumstick on the floor and the corner of his lips curled upward.

"..." Bai Chuwei was speechless; she truly could not defend herself.

While she was still dazed, the man’s cool fingers reached out to take her hand, pulling her up from the chair. He easily drew her out of the shadows, leaving Snowball behind to continue gnawing on the drumstick.

The minor spell had only served to minimize her presence, but now, as Duan Feihan led her into the center of the banquet hall, the orange glow of the crystal chandeliers spilled down upon them both.

The entire banquet erupted in an instant, and a wave of murmurs rose up:

"What the hell? There’s someone there? I thought it was empty? Am I seeing ghosts?"

"Wait, shouldn't the point be who this girl is? The Fourth Master of the Duan family has never had a dance partner."

"Bai Chuwei? Isn't she our schoolmate? What is going on?"

"..."

Bai Yinyin, who had been chatting happily with a wealthy heir she had just met, looked up at the commotion. Her hand jolted, spilling red wine all over the man’s clothes.

The wealthy heir’s face darkened as he brushed off his clothes and headed toward the restroom.

Ignoring the man, Bai Yinyin stared at Bai Chuwei in shock. "Bai Chuwei, how did you get in?"

She had specifically searched the banquet for her earlier; she was certain Bai Chuwei hadn't been there!

Bai Chuwei smiled with deep significance. "I walked in through the front door."

Walked in brazenly through the main entrance?

Bai Yinyin’s mind was in turmoil. Didn't Bai Chuwei lack even an invitation?

Could it be because of the Fourth Master? But even if a friend of the Fourth Master arrived, they would still have to present an invitation!

"By what right did you enter without showing an invitation?"

Suddenly, Liu Zhen’s eyes lit up. He strode toward Bai Chuwei and sternly reprimanded Bai Yinyin, "You ignorant child, cease your insults toward my Ancestor!"

*Ancestor?*

Everyone was stunned into silence. Could it be... that the Ancestor Liu Zhen kept mentioning was actually real?