Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Ah Dao’s Disgust Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Ah Dao’s Disgust A day had twelve Shichen Chinese Time, and during these twelve Shichen, Ah Dao spent more than half that time surveilling Bai Junjun.

Honestly, Ah Dao was not a person who lacked understanding of situations.

That day, Bai Junjun alone had annihilated 55 members of Mighty Hall. Although he had hidden this from the young master, it was because he did not want Bai Junjun to have any further entanglements with the young master. However, he personally still admired Bai Junjun’s innate accuracy.

It was well known that during the Mid-Autumn Qionglin Banquet, the Noble Lady triumphed greatly in archery, earning the Emperor’s reward of nine Luminous Pearls and officially took on the title of the World’s Number One Talent Girl from the Prime Minister’s daughter, Wenren Pingting, with her unmatched literacy and martial prowess.

Others might not know, but as a retainer of the Bai Family, Ah Dao naturally knew how much sweat Bai Junjun had put into perfecting her shooting accuracy.

That was the only thing Ah Dao truly admired about Bai Junjun.

He had not expected that upon seeing Bai Junjun again, she would no longer be the spirited noble lady from the Qionglin Banquet, nor playing those boring games.

Instead, she had put her arrows to their real use.

Single-handedly taking down 55 men.

As a martial artist, he had no reason not to admire her.

So, when Bai Junjun sought help from Xiao Chan, Ah Dao turned a blind eye, pretending not to see.

However, he had not expected that the young lady had sought Xiao Chan to borrow his sword to chop wood, and even assembled a wagon, letting her sister, who was seven years younger, push the cart!

The slight admiration Ah Dao had started to feel for Bai Junjun completely shattered; he felt disdain.

Indeed, it was still that Bai Junjun, who even in such times carried the air of a noblewoman.

How could she enslave her sister like this? Didn’t her conscience hurt?

Ah Dao’s face was naturally stern, and when he was in a bad mood, his emotions became even more apparent.

These past few days, even Xiao Chan had noticed the murderous glares that Ah Dao occasionally threw towards Bai Junjun.

Xiao Chan couldn’t figure it out; these two shouldn’t have any interaction, right?

At least he had not seen any in the recent days.

If they hadn’t interacted these few days, then it must have been during the days before that, right?

Their only interaction… could only have been related to Mighty Hall, right?

Thus, Xiao Chan hurriedly sought out Smiling Face and Old Monk.

“Don’t you think there’s something odd about Ah Dao’s expression?”

“What’s odd about it?” Smiling Face was slightly puzzled.

“Don’t you think Ah Dao is hostile towards Miss Junjun?”

Xiao Chan, seeing both men looking baffled, spoke plainly.

Old Monk calmly looked at them, shaking his head, “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Now that you mention it, I also seem to feel it,” Smiling Face quietly raised his hand.

Xiao Chan and Old Monk looked at him at once, “How so?”

“I think …” Smiling Face thought hard for a moment, “Miss Junjun and Ah Dao might know each other.”

“?” Xiao Chan.

“?” Old Monk.

While the three were huddled together whispering, Ah Dao, who was sitting on the roof of the carriage, looked at them coolly.

“Instead of wasting time chatting about this and that, you might as well hurry up. If the Xuanwei Army catches up, I’ll have you copy out the Martial Arts Techniques,” he said.

“…” Xiao Chan, Smiling Face, and Old Monk turned their heads to glance at Ah Dao, sitting atop the roof with a high-and-mighty air, and silently agreed to stay quiet.

The world went quiet, and only then did Ah Dao close his eyes contentedly to rest.

Inside the horse carriage, Li Wenli was reading a book, this sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy elegant as cypress and jade, exuded a transcendent, Banished Immortal aura despite being slightly thin.

His inseparable rabbit was earnestly dipping its finger in water to practice characters on a small wooden table beside him.

This had always been the diligent task he insisted on ever since the eldest had picked him up.

To say more would be to weep.