Mu Xiaochuan felt his mind go "buzz," as if struck by a bolt of lightning, leaving him utterly bewildered.

On the cover, there was a male cultivator with flowing robes and a carefree demeanor. Although it was just a silhouette, the distinctive dark green Daoist robe and the slightly rebellious stance unmistakably resembled Mu Xiaochuan himself! He was gazing with an almost obsessive look at a female cultivator in front of him, who was as sturdy as a mountain, her features nearly squeezed together, with a few freckles on her face.

"This... this thing... is supposed to be me?!" Mu Xiaochuan's mouth twitched as he pointed at the handsome silhouette on the cover, his voice slightly distorted.

Lin Yue and Su Yao exchanged a glance, their cheeks slightly flushed, then nodded vigorously in unison.