Chapter 155.2 : Who Exactly Is This Extraordinary Figure? (Part 2)
Chu Ge silently muttered an apology in his heart and quickened his pace, heading into the city.
Left behind, the delicate-looking young girl—only just coming back to her senses—fixed her gaze on Chu Ge's retreating figure. Her eyes brimmed with grievance, and in that expression, there was even a trace of reluctance to part.
Meanwhile, on the other side, atop the ornate carriage—
The pink-robed young girl parted her rosy lips slightly, her eyes shimmering with light.
Her face, like spring blossoms just beginning to bloom, was filled with astonishment.
She was stunned both by Chu Ge's transcendent, immortal-like appearance as he stepped down from the war chariot—
and by Ying Qingjue, a woman possessed of peerless grace.
As a woman herself—and one whose looks and bearing were exceptionally outstanding—the pink-robed girl was no stranger to admiration and pursuit. In her heart, she naturally harbored a small measure of pride.
Yet today, upon seeing Ying Qingjue, that pride quietly vanished.
She truly understood the meaning of the phrase "there are always people beyond oneself, and heavens beyond the heavens."
Even Yuan Jue, the least eye-catching of the three—
in the pink-robed girl's estimation, her looks were in no way inferior to her own.
In fact, though Yuan Jue's figure was concealed beneath her robes, it was impossible to hide that proud, graceful silhouette—one that surpassed her own by far.
That aloof, cold bearing of hers was not the least inferior to the noble daughters of aristocratic clans or royal bloodlines the girl had previously encountered.
"So beautiful… truly beautiful…"
She murmured softly, her gaze following Chu Ge's group until they disappeared into the city. Only then did she come back to herself.
Outside the city, the rest of the crowd seemed to awaken from a dream as well.
One after another, they opened their mouths and began to breathe deeply—
as though their throats had been tightly gripped just moments before, leaving them unable to breathe.
"Who… who exactly is that young man?!"
"With such bearing—even after all these years traveling across the rivers and lands, I have never seen anyone who could compare to him! He truly seems like an exiled immortal descending into the mortal world—handsome and otherworldly beyond measure!"
An elderly man spoke, his hair and beard completely white, his body still carrying the dusty air of long journeys.
His eyes remained fixed on the city gates, as though hoping to catch another glimpse of that immortal-like presence.
"The two women behind him are also peerlessly beautiful—one cold and glamorous, the other noble beyond compare. Especially that one with the exalted aura… I only glanced at her once, yet I felt as though I had become an ant in her presence, utterly terrified!"
"You felt that too? I thought it was just me! That woman… she is truly saintlike, godlike in her nobility!"
Someone sighed, shock and fear still lingering in his heart.
That single glance from Ying Qingjue—though not directed at anyone in particular—
had left every man who met her eyes trembling in fear.
Even now, though she was long gone, the sensation of standing before a deity still lingered in the hearts of many.
Even at this moment, they dared not recall it too deeply, only speaking in hushed amazement to dispel the unease within.
"By the way—does anyone recognize that young man? Which faction does he belong to? Is he here to participate in this Heavenly Prodigy Rankings? But someone so extraordinary shouldn't be unknown to anyone…"
Only after the initial shock subsided did murmurs of discussion rise among the crowd.
No one believed Chu Ge to be of humble origin.
A youth so dazzling, riding in a domineering and majestic war chariot, accompanied by two women of nation-toppling beauty—
any fool could see that he was far from ordinary.
A shallow pond might give birth to a flood dragon, but how could it ever produce an exiled immortal?
In their eyes, someone like Chu Ge must possess a formidable background and a powerful backing.
Moreover, he was surely the key figure being cultivated by that force—perhaps even its sole heir, the future master at the helm.
Only such a status could possibly match that peerless, otherworldly aura of an exiled immortal!