Sword Cultivators Like Clouds

At the sight of the visitors, Golden Yellow Mansion Lord hurried down the steps, clasped his fists firmly, and laughed. "Zheng Su greets his benefactor."

The face had changed enormously. The white-robed young man who had worn a sword and carried a wine flask was now an adult in a long green robe, yet Zheng Su recognized him at once.

He was the Young Man Sword Immortal Zheng Su had met by chance years ago, who had brushed off his sleeves when the deed was done and left without giving his name. What an elegant figure he had been.

Besides, the familiar vermilion wine flask still hung at the man's waist, just as it had back then.

Chen Ping'an cupped his hands in return. "Sorry to trouble you, Prefect."

Zheng Su immediately stepped aside. Chen Ping'an gestured ahead, and the two walked shoulder to shoulder toward the gates of Jinhuang Mansion. Zheng Su apologized quietly. "As soon as I learned you had come, I sent word to Pine Needle Lake. Unfortunately, my wife has something she cannot leave, so she cannot return yet."

Zheng Su found it rather strange. While he had been waiting, Jinhuang Mansion had received a flying sword message from the Water God Temple at Pine Needle Lake. An attendant immortal master of Great Quan, whose identity was secret, had replied on its behalf. The reply had not even come from his wife, Liu Yourong. That made no sense. His wife would never leave her Water Mansion casually. Ordinarily, Zheng Su would already have set out for Pine Needle Lake. Though she now held the honored rank of a second-class River God of the Great Quan Dynasty and was the rightful Lake Lord of all Pine Needle Lake, her golden body and cultivation were only equivalent to