David Thompson was shocked to see that the newcomer was actually the very Fairy Lane he had just been talking about. His expression changed several times in quick succession, his face flushing red and then turning pale, his eyes flickering with surprise, suspicion, and anger.

In just a few seconds, David Thompson looked like a clown changing masks, as unsightly as could be.

The newcomer was none other than the renowned Fairy Dust of the entire Fangyun Mountain, the dream lover of countless male cultivators, and the most talented inner disciple of Xianyun Sect—Grace Lane.

Even someone as arrogant as David Thompson could only feel inferior in the presence of the most gifted and beautiful fairy Fangyun Mountain had seen in centuries.

Her angelic face was enough to enchant all living beings, fair as flawless rosy jade, as exquisite as the finest white porcelain in the world. She inspired both tender affection and a sense of unattainable distance.

Grace Lane stood atop a colorful, ribbon-like streamer, her snow-white, gauzy palace dress accentuating her graceful curves. Her stunning figure was like a pure white lotus rising unstained from the mud. Her appearance was like that of a fairy descending to the mortal world, making everything around her—be it the blue sky and white clouds, or even Henry Bolton and David Thompson nearby—instantly pale in comparison.

At first sight of Fairy Lane of Fangyun Mountain, Henry Bolton nearly lost his composure and almost forgot to control the spiritual tool beneath his feet.

Although he had already learned from Edward Foster's memories just how extraordinary and beautiful Fairy Lane was, it was only upon seeing her in person that he truly understood what it meant to be stunned.

Compared to this Fairy Lane before him, those female celebrities on Earth were nothing. In terms of looks, perhaps Yan Yuqing from before was not much inferior, but in terms of temperament, she was far behind.

One was a heroine of the mortal world, the other a female cultivator pursuing immortality—the gap between the two was indeed vast.

With both a beauty that could topple kingdoms and a transcendent aura, such a peerless woman could probably only be found in the world of cultivation.

With just a casual glance, Grace Lane left both Henry Bolton and David Thompson dazed and disheartened, each involuntarily feeling a sense of inferiority.

Clearly, with Grace Lane's mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation, she must have heard everything David Thompson had just said. It was easy to imagine what kind of impression David Thompson would leave in the heart of this Fairy Dust from now on. Most likely, David Thompson would be immediately eliminated from the long list of suitors for Fairy Lane on Fangyun Mountain.

So, for a moment, David Thompson's expression kept changing, and he unknowingly found himself in this awkward situation.

Henry Bolton, however, felt a vague sense of worry—would David Thompson take out his anger on him because of this? David Thompson was notorious for his madness on Fangyun Mountain; some disciples even privately called him Madman Thompson.

Grace Lane merely cast a glance at Henry Bolton and David Thompson before flying past them, as if she hadn't even heard David Thompson's words. Perhaps, in her eyes, David Thompson, Henry Bolton, and the others were utterly insignificant, not even worthy of making her angry.

Carrying a faint fragrance like orchids, Grace Lane didn't spare the two another look, guiding the colorful streamer beneath her immortal form as she flew off into the distance.

Watching her pass by, Henry Bolton suddenly felt a sense of loss at being completely ignored. But in the next moment, he found it amusing—he was just an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator with a mediocre spiritual root. If not for the existence of his heaven-defying cultivation technique, he might never have reached the Foundation Establishment stage in his life.

Even the once-elegant Edward Foster, who, cheered on by the outer disciples, acted as if he could win Fairy Lane's heart, never truly held out hope deep down. Fangyun Mountain might be small, but there was no shortage of talented young men here. Edward Foster didn't even rank among them; at most, he could only talk big.

Henry Bolton also understood that he and someone like Grace Lane were simply from different worlds—just like a shut-in on Earth compared to a world-class female celebrity.

At this moment, the only thing Henry Bolton could rely on was the heaven-defying cultivation technique that had accompanied him to this world of cultivation. He knew in his heart that it was the only thing that could change his fate.

As Grace Lane's fairy-like figure gradually disappeared into the distance, a flash of anger and gloom appeared in David Thompson's eyes.

Like Henry Bolton, David Thompson felt utterly belittled by her, his pride deeply wounded—something he could not tolerate.

Henry Bolton was just a cultivator with little future, while David Thompson was an inner disciple with a gifted spiritual root and boundless prospects. Normally, he was a lofty favored son of heaven, with few peers on all of Fangyun Mountain who could rival him. He had long been arrogant and extremely proud; suffering such a blow nearly drove him mad.

"You stop right there, I have something to say." David Thompson shouted harshly at the departing Fairy Lane, his eyes filled with undisguised madness and anger.

Standing to the side, Henry Bolton couldn't help but sigh. This David Thompson truly lived up to the name Madman Thompson—it looked like he was about to go crazy again.