Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 323 - 321: Yao Yuelong [Double-Length]

What if I get exposed later? That would be troublesome.

Yao Xiong hurried to greet him, a wide smile on his face. "Guardian Spirit Immortal, the Priest is waiting inside the main hall. Please, this way!"

Sun Zhe said nothing, merely nodding to him while feigning an aloof and profound demeanor. At this point, he could only grit his teeth and continue the act.

Seeing Sun Zhe approach, the group of elderly men and women standing in two rows quickly bowed, speaking in a dialect Sun Zhe couldn't quite understand.

Yao Xiong introduced them to him. "Guardian Spirit Immortal, these are the Elders of my Dragon Taming Race."

"This is the Great Elder, and this is the Second Elder..."

After introducing the Elders to Sun Zhe one by one, Yao Xiong led the trio into a large hall.

The entire hall had an antiquated, classic feel, imbued with a sense of history. It was crafted entirely from wood using mortise and tenon joints, and the exquisite craftsmanship made Sun Zhe and his companions marvel at the wisdom of the ancients.

At the entrance to the hall, Yao Xiong let Sun Zhe enter alone while he and the Chen siblings waited outside.

Sun Zhe stepped into the hall and immediately saw a graceful figure standing on a high platform at the front. It was a woman who looked to be in her twenties, with fair skin, beautiful features, and a gentle, elegant demeanor.

The woman wore a soft, white gauze dress and held a refined redwood staff. Her long black hair, which reached her hips, was simply tied back with a silver ribbon. The style appeared simple and graceful, yet it carried an air of dignity and nobility.

When the woman in the white dress saw Sun Zhe, her beautiful eyes trembled lightly, and she seemed momentarily stunned. But she soon regained her composure and smiled gracefully at Sun Zhe. Appearing serene and composed, she approached him, staff in hand.

As she moved, the hem of her dress swayed, offering occasional glimpses of her slender, jade-like legs. The slit on the soft white dress was extremely high, nearly revealing the hip-hugging shorts she wore underneath.

She was barefoot, yet her feet were immaculate, looking delicate and soft. Her unpainted toenails were a crystalline pink, and contrasted with the fine silver chain around her ankle, they looked like an exquisite piece of art one would desperately want to hold and admire.

Peering in from the hall entrance, Chen Ruolong was stunned.

"Damn, jade feet! And jade legs!"

Chen Ruoyi shot him an exasperated glare. "Look at you. 'Jade' this, 'jade' that... That kind of lust will only bring you harm."

Chen Ruolong seemed not to hear her, marveling, "I didn't expect to find such a gem in a place like this. Is she a goddess who's descended to the mortal realm?"

"That figure, that face... completely natural!"

"And those legs are longer than my life!"

"I've decided. I'm going to ask for her WeChat later!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Chen Ruoyi pinched him. "You'd better shut up, or you won't even know how you died."

"Didn't you see the staff in her hand? This woman is likely the Priest, the most powerful person in the Dragon Taming Race!"

"Plus, her aura is unfathomable. She's clearly an expert."

Hearing this, Chen Ruolong flinched in fright and quickly shut his mouth.

By now, the woman in the white dress had reached Sun Zhe.

Gazing at her celestial beauty and smelling the faint, sweet fragrance wafting from her, Sun Zhe couldn't help but feel his heart race. For a moment, he felt as shy as an inexperienced young boy. At this moment, his inner thoughts mirrored Chen Ruolong's, as he marveled at the woman's beauty and aura.

However, being stared at by this celestial being, Sun Zhe also felt as if he were being seen through completely, making him extremely uneasy.

Sun Zhe was the first to break the silence. "Hello."

"Hello." The woman in the white dress nodded slightly, looking serene and composed.

That ethereal quality... she truly is like a goddess who has descended to the mortal realm!

"My name is Sun Zhe. May I ask for your name, miss?"

"I am Yao Yuelong, the current Priest of the Dragon Taming Race."

"Er..."

Yao Yuelong gazed at Sun Zhe's handsome face and said, "The resemblance is striking."

Sun Zhe frowned, puzzled by her inexplicable words. "Like what?"

Yao Yuelong didn't speak. Instead, she gestured for Sun Zhe to take a seat to the side. She then turned, walked to the front of the hall, and retrieved a picture frame from the wooden wall behind her own seat before returning to him.

Sun Zhe stared intently and saw that the frame held an old, yellowed black-and-white photograph.

Despite the photo being quite blurry, he could recognize the father-son duo, Sun Fu and Sun Wei. In the photo, Sun Fu looked very young, perhaps only in his fifties, while Sun Wei looked like a teenager, at most eighteen or nineteen.

And between Sun Fu and Sun Wei stood Yao Yuelong. It was a photo of the three of them together.

In the photo, Yao Yuelong looked just as young as she did now; she hadn't changed one bit. Even the staff in her hand, the white dress she wore, and the ribbon in her hair were identical.

Sun Zhe withdrew his gaze and looked up at Yao Yuelong curiously. "Why do you have a photo of my grandfather and my dad?"

Yao Yuelong gazed at Sun Wei's image in the photo, a hint of tenderness in her eyes. "It was taken a long time ago," she said softly. "Ah Wei left it for me."

I see.

Sun Zhe's expression suddenly turned strange. Yao Yuelong's tenderness, her way of addressing his father... It clearly revealed an unusual relationship between them. They might have even been involved.

Yao Yuelong looked up at Sun Zhe and asked, "Are you his son?"

"Yes."

Yao Yuelong was filled with a deep sense of loss, but her eyes flashed with a hint of resentment. "He promised to come back and marry me," she whispered. "I never expected he already had a son."

Sun Zhe was left speechless.

He was now one hundred percent certain: his father had left a romantic debt with Yao Yuelong! He had to hand it to his old man—the guy really had a habit of racking up debts.