On the third day of the Yunqi Peak Grand Tournament, the atmosphere on Lan Yun Terrace had evolved from initial anticipation and curiosity into a near-frenzied excitement. Almost everyone's gaze, intentionally or not, was focused on that leisurely, seemingly detached figure in dark green.

Mu Xiaochuan remained calmly seated, indifferent to the curious glances, whispers, and probing or cold stares from the viewing platform. He even had the leisure to slowly savor the translucent Yuxia grapes peeled by Lin Yue's delicate fingers, his composure and tranquility a silent provocation in itself.

Su Yao and Lin Yue nestled by his side, their cheeks flushed, gazing at Mu Xiaochuan with eyes full of tender admiration, saying everything without words. Occasionally feeling the envious or even jealous glances from other female disciples around, they would subconsciously straighten their backs and lean closer to Mu Xiaochuan, as if declaring some kind of sovereignty.

"Dong—Dong—Dong—"