"Shu Yue, those two senior brothers just now won't spread what they saw, will they?" Shu Yao couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry. If these two spread rumors, he'd be unable to defend himself!
What mattered most was that it would have a really bad impact on Shu Yue. That Li Nao already disliked him. If he heard these rumors, wouldn't he seize the opportunity to make things difficult for Shu Yue?
Shu Yue replied calmly, "If they dare to say a word, I'll cut out their tongues." Then, seeing Shu Yao still looking worried, he stepped forward, put his arm around him and comforted him, "Father, you can rest assured. They definitely won't say anything. I'm here."
He always gave Shu Yao a sense of security, but for Shu Yao, such tenderness only made him feel more and more guilty.
Coupled with this incident, he quickly evaded the warm embrace and moved aside, saying, "From now on in Kunshan, we'd better keep a certain distance. We mustn't let others catch hold of something against us."
This act of pulling away made Shu Yue's previously calm smile suddenly freeze. His sword-shaped eyebrows furrowed, carving three heart - wrenching vertical lines between his brows.
"Father..." Then, he seemed to have something stuck in his throat and couldn't say it. He just looked at Shu Yao with a solemn expression, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
Actually, what he wanted to say was why Father cared so much about what the world thought, and why he had always been so indifferent to him.
It seemed that Shu Yao had always regarded him as a child, while he himself was just deeply infatuated.
He suddenly felt that his love was so weak, weak to the core, and humble to the dust.
"It's getting late. Let's rest." Perhaps feeling the emptiness in those eyes, Shu Yao couldn't bear to look any longer. He lay down on the couch, turning his back to Shu Yue.
This delicate back was covered by his long black hair, beautiful to the point of being breathtaking, yet so easily vanishing, like a mirage.
Shu Yue raised his hand, wanting to touch his slender shoulder, but his hand stopped in mid - air and finally retracted into his robe.
All night, the two lay back to back, each lost in their own thoughts and melancholy.
Outside the room, the bright moon was waning, and the gentle breeze was slightly cool. It silently blew through every corner, taking away a certain desolation.
The night passed, and it was Chenshi. The silent Kunshan Sect began a new day.
But today, all the Kunshan disciples were gathered in twos and threes, talking about the same topic.
The noisy atmosphere suddenly came to a halt when two men appeared.
Both were dressed in white robes, their clothes fluttering in the wind. One was ethereal and the other was as cold as ice.
One was pure and elegant, the other was proud and unruly. These two different types of handsome men walking together were truly a breathtaking sight.
However, in the eyes of others, this "sight" was filled with contempt and disgust, and they kept pointing at the two men.
These piercing looks, like ice needles pricking at his heart, made Shu Yue frown slightly and raise his guard.
"Shu Yue, why are they looking at us like this?" This indescribable strange look made Shu Yao feel extremely uncomfortable. He instinctively shrank closer to Shu Yue. The man's tall figure made him look even more petite and delicate.
"Father, don't think too much. Just keep quiet." Shu Yue suddenly tightened his grip on Shu Yao's arm. This action only made the disciples talk even more loudly.
"Look, they're holding hands. It seems the rumors are true."
"Humph, I thought it was just those senior brothers spreading false rumors. I didn't expect it to be true."
"I didn't expect these two to be in that kind of relationship. It's so disgusting. How could they do such immoral things in Kunshan? They're so shameless!"
The disdainful remarks of the three fellow disciples clearly pierced Shu Yue's eardrums. Shu Yue suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Shu Yao was just about to ask in confusion when he turned around and saw that the man's handsome face was covered with a layer of frost. His dark eyes were shrouded in a cold ice, showing no emotion and looking so cold that it sent a chill down one's spine.
The man's thin lips, which were now drawn into a straight line, made Shu Yao instantly realize that Shu Yue was on the verge of anger.
Because every time he was about to get angry, his cold eyes and tightly pursed lips were the best signs.
As expected, Shu Yue had already left his side. Before Shu Yao could stop him, he saw the cold - faced man striding towards the three disciples.
"Look, what's he coming for?" One of the thin and ordinary - looking fellow disciples asked his companions with a confused look on his face. Seeing the approaching man with a menacing aura, he knew that this man was not to be trifled with.
"Could he have heard what we said?" Another one stammered, clearly afraid of this overly intimidating man.
The next moment, all three of them looked up simultaneously. The strong figure and the cold - as - ice features were now only inches away from them.
This face was as handsome as a god's, but it could also be as terrifying as a demon's.
They couldn't help but swallow hard and took a step back, trying to keep as far away from this cold - blooded man as possible.
Shu Yue's eyes were cold and sharp, his pupils as deep as an abyss. He took another step forward. Just as the other was about to retreat again, he suddenly grabbed his collar and stared at the thin disciple in the middle with a deadly gaze.
Because this thin disciple in the middle had talked the most and was the first to start the topic.
"What, what are you doing?" Suddenly grabbed by a big hand, the thin disciple felt that just this strong hand could easily crush him. Not to mention, he was now firmly in Shu Yue's control.
The other two companions looked at each other. They wanted to help but were stopped by Shu Yue's sharp, sword - like gaze.
All the Kunshan disciples on the scene shifted their attention to this suddenly tense situation.
"I just heard you mention us, so I'd like to ask what exactly were you talking about?" Shu Yue used the seemingly most polite words, but his eyes and tone were as cold as ice blades.
"Shu Yue, you've got it wrong. We, we weren't talking about you." The thin disciple who was grabbed was full of the will to survive. He kept looking at his companions with pleading eyes for help.
The two of them nodded after receiving the look, "Yes, we were talking about someone else. It has nothing to do with you."
Hearing this, Shu Yue just slightly curled his lips. It seemed calm, but it was actually cold. At the same time, he tightened his grip on the thin disciple's collar and sneered nonchalantly.
"You all know that I, Shu Yue, don't have a good temper. If you anger me, I might do something unpredictable," his cold gaze swept across them, "So, you should know what to do, right?"
His gorgeous smile bloomed on both sides of his lips, but it was like a deadly iris flower, releasing its unique toxicity invisibly. It was like a hideous threat, making the three junior disciples shiver involuntarily.