Taoist Master in the City

Seated by the aisle on the plane, Li Sicheng kept rising from his seat, glancing anxiously around, his demeanor uneasy and troubled. He muttered under his breath, “This place isn’t safe, it’s not safe at all… I need to find somewhere else fast…”

His peculiar behavior drew the attention of a young couple seated nearby.

“Not safe? What a joke. This plane is the most advanced model in the world—how could it not be safe? Hmph, what a clueless country bumpkin!” The man sneered, curling his lips in disdain.

He was dressed head to toe in luxury brands—a stark contrast to Li Sicheng’s simple attire. After mocking Li Sicheng, he turned to complain to his girlfriend, “I told you to book our tickets early, but you forgot. Now I’m stuck in economy with these ignorant paupers. How embarrassing! At least no one I know is on this flight, or where would I put my face?”

His girlfriend didn’t seem upset by the scolding. Instead, she smiled sweetly, playfully coaxing him, “Ray, it was my fault this time. Once we land, I’ll make it up to you properly… Or maybe, after we take off, I’ll make it up to you in the plane’s restroom?”

Though she whispered seductively to Ray, her gaze lingered on Li Sicheng.

Li Sicheng’s appearance was simply too captivating—adorable, handsome, and irresistibly charming. At fifteen, he was delicate yet elegant, his posture upright like a pine; he seemed almost carved from jade. Though his complexion was a bit pale, the hint of frailty only added to his allure, evoking a unique sense of sympathy.

It wasn’t just women—men too