What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

Thursday afternoon.

Lu Li had just finished compiling the second phase budget report for the Chengxi Hot Spring project and was about to send it to Su Feiyan for review when a crisp metallic notification sound suddenly rang in his mind.

[System notification: Detected that the Dao Heart of target Ji Hanyue is experiencing a widening rift, and the Supreme Forgetfulness Heart Sutra is causing a continuous internal conflict with the Ancient Qi and Blood.]

[Suggestion: Guide the target to experience more "human life" to mitigate the conflict with the cultivation method.]

Before Lu Li could even mentally complain about whether this broken system was also a part-time psychologist, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Caller ID: The number one foodie at the Palace of Forgetfulness.

As soon as the call connected, Bai Xiaolu's anxious voice came through, accompanied by the sound of fabric being torn: "Meal ticket, come quick! Master said she wants to go out for a walk, but she's trapped in that mortal's clothes!"

Lu Li's eyelids twitched, and he grabbed his car keys and headed out.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Li pushed open the door of Building A, No. 17 Wenlan Road.

The bedroom was a complete mess.

The dozen or so sets of haute couture casual wear that Su Feiyan had arranged for Uncle Wang to deliver a few days ago were scattered all over the floor.

Ji Hanyue stood in the center of the pile of clothes, still wearing her signature moon-white wide-sleeved long dress, her silver hair cascading down like a waterfall.

She held up a beige turtleneck sweater, her brows furrowed, and a rare look of bewilderment in her cool eyes.

Lu Li leaned against the door frame, and the complaints in his mind burst forth.

The expression on the face of the Sect Master of the Supreme Forgetfulness Palace when faced with a pullover sweater was even more desperate than when she faced four assassins strapped with bombs.

Ji Hanyue paused.

She turned her head, her pale purple eyes coldly sweeping over Lu Li.

She did not refute it.

She spent five minutes trying to figure out which opening to slip into the fabric, which had no ties or buttons.

"I'll do it."

Lu Li stepped forward, picked out the sweater from the pile of clothes on the ground, paired it with a pair of light gray wide-leg pants and a pair of white canvas shoes, and handed it to her. "The neckline is here, just slip it on."

Ji Hanyue took the clothes and went into the dressing room.

Five minutes later, the door opened.

Lu Li walked over, picked up the wooden comb from the bedside table, gathered her waist-length silver hair, and skillfully braided it into a loose side braid.

Ji Hanyue turned around.

Lu Li's gaze remained fixed on the spot.

His inner thoughts switched from "business as usual" to another channel in half a second.

Holy crap...

Having shed her aloof and ethereal long dress, Ji Hanyue's otherworldly aura, which had kept people at a distance, faded considerably, replaced by a breathtaking and stunning beauty.

The turtleneck sweater accentuated her slender yet perfectly proportioned waistline, while her loose braid hung down to her right collarbone, with a few stray hairs falling beside her ear.

Her originally pale purple eyes appeared somewhat gentle against the backdrop of her warm-toned sweater.

Bai Xiaolu held up her phone and snapped a series of photos of Ji Hanyue, exclaiming, "Master looks so handsome! Much more handsome than when he was cultivating immortality!"

Ji Hanyue turned her head away from the camera: "Absurd."

She said that, but she didn't turn around and go back to change her clothes.

3 PM, Jianghai City Central Commercial Street.

Lu Li, along with Ji Hanyue and Bai Xiaolu, merged into the bustling crowd.

Without Su Feiyan's private car leading the way, and without Lao Zhou's bodyguards clearing the way, this was the first time in thirty years that the Sect Master of the Supreme Forgetfulness Palace had walked in the mortal world as an "ordinary person".

Her reaction was even more abrupt than Lu Li had anticipated.

Ji Hanyue stopped in front of the escalator in the underground shopping mall.

She stared at the constantly rolling metal steps for a full ten seconds before stiffly stepping onto them with her right foot.

Passing by a popular bubble tea shop, an enthusiastic staff member approached Ji Hanyue with a tray and shoved a sample drink with ice directly at her.

Ji Hanyue's eyes sharpened, and she subconsciously took a half step back.

Her right index finger was slightly bent, and the tip of her finger was faintly emanating the chilling aura of the Supreme Jade Shattering Force, almost flicking the lock vein directly into the shop assistant's forehead.

Lu Li, quick as a flash, snatched the small paper cup, shoved it into Bai Xiaolu's hand, and pulled Ji Hanyue away in a hurry.

Inside a boutique jewelry store.

Ji Hanyue stood in front of a display wall covered with hair clips, staring at it intently for a long time.

She reached out, past the flashy sequined designs, and picked up a tiny white pearl hair clip.

"What is the use of this?"

She turned her head, held up the hair clip, and asked Lu Li.

Lu Li didn't say anything, but took the hair clip from her hand.

He took half a step forward, closing the distance between them, and raised his hand to pin the pearl hair clip to the stray hairs on Ji Hanyue's right temple.

As Lu Li secured the hair clip, his fingertips gently brushed against her earlobe.

Slightly cool, soft.

Ji Hanyue's body visibly stiffened for a moment.

The tips of her fair, jade-like ears were stained with a blush at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The three of them left the jewelry store, preparing to go to the restaurant across the street.

A young man dressed in trendy clothes and with his hair slicked back walked over quickly and blocked Ji Hanyue's way.

"Beautiful lady, are you alone?"

The man who approached her pulled out his latest phone, flashed what he thought was a handsome smile, and said, "Can we add each other on WeChat? Let's be friends."

Ji Hanyue's face suddenly darkened.

The temperature around her instantly dropped to freezing point. A hint of killing intent flashed in her pale purple eyes. Her right hand hung at her side, and a chill began to gather.

Lu Li cursed under his breath and stepped forward.

He grabbed Ji Hanyue's wrist and pulled her behind him.

He stepped aside to shield Ji Hanyue, giving the man who had approached her a polite yet dangerous smile: "Excuse me, she's not alone."

The man who had approached Lu Li paused for a moment, then looked Lu Li up and down.

Seeing Lu Li's face, which was comparable to that of a top-tier celebrity, and the expensive watch on his wrist, the man who had been trying to pick him up coughed and wisely turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Lu Li stared at the person's back, his mind racing with uncontrollable thoughts.

[Damn it! Where did this blind fool come from! If you're going to die, at least pick a good day!]

[She's the sect leader of the Supreme Palace of Forgetfulness! Trying to flirt with her is like going to Shaolin Temple to harass the abbot! No, the Shaolin abbot might at most recite a few lines of the Great Compassion Mantra, but she'll freeze you into an ice sculpture!]

[The temperature within a one-meter radius around her is three degrees lower than outside. Don't you have a built-in thermoregulatory system?!]

Ji Hanyue stood behind Lu Li.

The deafening roar slammed into her mind word for word.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at her wrist, which was being tightly gripped in Lu Li's palm.

The man's palm was large and warm, and the pure yang energy of the Ancient Sacred Body flowed continuously through the area where his skin touched hers, counteracting the extremely cold true energy that she had almost lost control of due to anger.

Ji Hanyue did not pull her hand back.

People passed by them.

A full three seconds passed.

"...Let go."

Ji Hanyue's voice was extremely soft, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Lu Li realized what was happening, quickly let go of her hand, chuckled twice, and took a half step back.

Ji Hanyue lowered her head and walked past him.

Her steps quickened slightly, and the red tinge that had previously lingered only on the tips of her ears had now spread down her fair neck and all the way to her cheeks.

Bai Xiaolu bought a giant pink cotton candy from somewhere, and followed behind while munching on it, muttering indistinctly, "The meal ticket just held Master's hand... Master's face is so red... Is Master sick? Should we eat some chicken legs to nourish him?"

Lu Li ignored the girl who only had food on her mind and was about to follow Ji Hanyue.

Sudden.

His "Danger Sense" did not sound any alarm.

This indicates that there was no real intention to kill him in the surrounding area.

Lu Li's peripheral vision froze on the spot the moment it swept across the street corner.

Twenty meters away.

At the entrance of a brightly colored milk tea shop on a street corner.

A figure was hiding behind a pillar.

Lu Li recognized the hem of the JK uniform and the legs clad in white over-the-knee socks.

Shen Weilan.

At this moment, the pure and beautiful campus belle of Jianghai University is holding her phone with both hands, the camera precisely focused on Lu Li and Ji Hanyue.

With Lu Li's eyesight enhanced by the [God-level Five Senses Harmony], he could even clearly see the image on Wei Lan's phone screen.

It was a close-up photo that had just been taken.

In the scene, Lu Li is holding Ji Hanyue's wrist tightly.

The two were less than ten centimeters apart.

Sunlight shone on Ji Hanyue's stunning profile, her ear tips flushed red, and her eyes were lowered.

From any angle, it looks like a couple in love having a fight on the street, with the man forcefully trying to keep the relationship.

Wei Lan's right thumb was hovering over the "send" button on the WeChat chat interface.

The recipient's note at the top of the chat box clearly reads three words: Su Feiyan.

Lu Li's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Seemingly noticing Lu Li's gaze, Wei Lan stopped what she was doing.

She looked up.

Even across the bustling crowd of twenty meters, her gaze precisely met Lu Li's eyes.

Wei Lan tilted her head, her eyebrows curving into a beautiful arc, revealing her signature sweet and harmless "green tea smile" through her mask.

She didn't say anything, nor did she put down her phone.

She simply parted her red lips slightly and, with a clear mouth shape that only Lu Li could understand, uttered three words, one word at a time.

"Brother-in-law!"