She understood now, why he found her unworthy. None of those were qualities that she possessed. To stay by his side, she had unhesitantly thrown away her pride and self-respect. But was he rejecting her because of that? He had already refused her before she even proposed to be his second wife!
Murong Ling found this hard to accept.
Her vacant eyes and disheveled appearance had the girls' hearts aching in sympathy for her.
"Sigh, this is too heartbreaking."
"Murong Ling is also a pitiful soul. Even after possessing outstanding talent and good appearance, she couldn't get the affection of the man she loved."
"There's nothing we can do about that. Love can't be forced. But I wish Brother Lail had at least accepted her as a concubine. After all, it isn't like she is asking for much."
The Dean walked to his disheartened disciple and tried to console her.
"Ling'er, don't worry. You are still young and will find someone that will love you deeper than you'll love him. Master is still here for you."
"But I only love him..." The girl woodenly whispered.
Crown Prince Lail indifferently looked at the two and turned to leave.
He had already said more than he desired, anything more would be meaningless.
Seeing him heading out, the girls immediately opened up a path, and let him through. Standing aside, they followed his departing figure with complicated eyes.
It could be said that today, they had seen two different sides of their cold and indifferent Brother Lail. A devoted, loyal, and affectionate side of him, and a ruthless and cruel side of him.
But no matter which side, their infatuation had not lessened. It had instead turned into deep regret for missing such a man and endless jealousy towards the woman that was his wife.
In the first years training hall, Crown Prince Lail stood before a black hair man with a serious expression on his face.
"Master, I am thinking of leaving the academy. After what happened with the Dean's personal disciple, I no longer feel comfortable staying here." Crown Prince Lail looked earnestly at the middle-aged man, as he made his intentions clear.
"Disciple, I understand your feelings. However, the Competition of the Seven Academies is drawing near. If you leave the academy in such a manner, differences and disagreements between the elders will ensue." Mu Guan Lei also felt helpless about the situation.
Things seemed to be going just fine, with his disciple gaining the recognition and admiration of all the elders and apprentices of the academy. But in one split moment, everything changed.
Now, there was a strange tension in the academy atmosphere, heavy and gloomy, placing everyone in an awkward situation.
"Don't worry Master. I am planning on taking the mission on the Magical Kilin to stay outside the academy for the remaining 5 months. I will return before the beginning of the competition."
"Hmm. I see you already have a plan. Just be careful and return on time." Sighing resignedly, Elder Mu left the training hall.
He still had to speak to the Dean about the engagement that even he, the Master, wasn't aware of.
"Brother Lail, it is good that you decided to leave the academy. Once in a while, it's good to change the environment." Jurr came over to his and patted him on the shoulder.
"Yes, you'll also be free from the hounding of the girls. A change in environment is an excellent idea. But, I heard that this Magical Kilin mission is operated with the cooperation of the other six academies. If the females from the six academies get charmed by your looks again, what are you going to do?"
Miun's smile showed how much he was enjoying the other's misfortunate.
Due to their junior brother's outstanding talent, handsome appearance, and exalted status as the Founder's descendent, they faced a lot of pressure from the females interested in him.
Even more saddening was the fact that they could only silently watch from the side and secretly envy him for his good fortune.
"Thar's right, Junior Brother! If that happens, it will be another case of Murong Ling. What are you going to do?"
"That...surely, that won't happen, right?" The Crown Prince was stunned.
He had barely freed himself from 'a sticky glue', now there was the chance of another one taking her place?
"I will just ignore them. They will give up on their own after getting no response." He couldn't think of a better way to handle the matter if the situation got to that point.
As the Crown Prince of the Amayan Empire, he spent the major of his time either in the Ocean of Blood training his warriors, or private study room taking care of official matters. The matter of handling girls was out of his league.
"No, no, no. That will not work, Junior Brother. You may ignore them, but that might not actually dampen their spirit. Think of Murong Ling. For the past six months, you ignored her and never gave her any attention, but did that stop her from relentlessly pursuing you?" Miun asked with a smirk.
Frowning, Crown Prince Lail fell into a thoughtful silence. The unpleasant matter with the girl was one that he didn't want to remember.
His silence made Miun smile in satisfaction. Feeling the moment was just right to bring up that topic, he continued.
"Don't worry Junior Brother, I already found the solution to your problem. To ward off the females' attention, all you need to do is wear a frightening or ugly mask. As lovers of beauty, they will not approach you once they see your ugly mask."
"Yes, Junior Brother! They will keep their distance from you. Moreover, you covering your face will make them think that your appearance is very horrendous. So horrendous, in fact, that you needed to take the help of a mask to explore the outside world." Jurr felt the idea was perfect.
This way, not only would their Junior Brother solve his problem, with his face covered, they wouldn't have to worry about losing all the girls in the academy to him.
"So, what do you think, Junior Brother? This is the best way for you to ward off the girls before you meet your wife again." Miun was still baffled about the young magician's loyalty to his wife.
In the seven realms, it was a common practice to have more than one wife. With a beauty like Murong Ling willingly throwing herself at him, he couldn't understand why the man rejected her so cleanly.
'Could it be, his wife is more beautiful than Sister Murong? Is that why he refused? No, that can't be it. The gossiping girls had said that he had no idea what his wife looked like. So, why was he so serious about her?'
This was something that Miun couldn't understand. Because in his mind, having one or two more women on the side was nothing worth mentioning.
Crown Prince Lail, who was still pondering on the issue of keeping himself distant from annoying girls, suddenly felt enlightened when he heard the suggestion.
"Yes, a mask! With a mask, I can go anywhere without worry." With bright eyes, he turned to his senior brothers.
"Senior Brothers, thank you for the guidance. I will take my leave now." Without wasting another second, he strode out of the training room.
The two seniors looked at each other in shock.
"Well, that didn't take much convincing." Miun was the first to break the silence, his eyes flickering with complex emotions.
"Yeah. Brother Lail truly wants to keep his identity hidden. Unlike us, he has no desire to attract the attention of the girls. He must really love his wife."
"Heh. It could also be that he doesn't love his wife much, but that a girl like Murong Ling wasn't worth his time. Just think. If something isn't to your taste, would you force yourself to eat it? Especially when there might be better fish in the sea available for your picking?"
Miun sneered disdainfully as he looked in the direction Crown Prince Lail disappeared. Because he found his Junior Brother's loyalty hard to understand, he didn't believe the latter wouldn't be moved under different circumstances.
"You make sense, Brother Miun. But I still feel like Brother Lail is serious to his wife. He doesn't seem like the fickle type."
However, Jurr felt that their Junior Brother was too single-minded, cold, and indifferent to be moved by temptation. For such a man, even if his standards were high, once he found the one, his heart wouldn't be moved or melted by outside appearances.
Early the next day, a black-robed, masked man entered the Missions Hall of the Mistland Academy. Many of the females, upon seeing the man's hideous mask, immediately drew back and whispered in scorn and derision behind his back.
"Who is he? To being wearing such a disgusting mask, his face must be even more hideous!"
"Who cares who he is? As long as we're not in the same team as him, we're good."
"Now that you mention it, I wonder what mission he is taking."
"Quick, quick, check what mission he's taking! We can't be in the same team as him!"
Instantly, many females rushed to see the mission the 'hideous' man was taking, their anxious and worried expression seeming as if the matter concerned their lives.
Crown Prince Lail, hearing the disdain and contempt of the girls, sighed in relief.
'It really worked! I should've done this right from the start. Then, my life would've been much easier.'
Now much more relaxed and at ease, Crown Prince Lail leisurely walked out of the Missions Hall.
His destination was the East Minions Faction of Minions of the Fallen in the Northwest Zenom Continent.