After Feng Wanliu brought Su Hao over, he said gently, "Next, follow Senior Sister Feng Cai'er inside!"
With that, he slowly walked outside the hall.
Feng Cai'er wore green robes, an alluring smile always hanging on her face. When she saw Su Hao, she could not help licking her lips. She walked up to him and examined him carefully, then covered her mouth and chuckled. "What a handsome little martial nephew. The path of cultivation is long, and I imagine you have many troubles in cultivation. If you encounter any problems, you can come to Aunt-Master Cai'er for answers."
Su Hao quietly took a step back, keeping his distance. He had no blessings to enjoy such enthusiasm upon their first meeting. Where in the world was there such kindness without reason? She must be plotting something against him.
Beside them, the ponytailed cultivator Feng Changge stood with an indifferent expression, his eyelids lowered, neither hearing nor seeing.
This "master of deception" in battle was unexpectedly so "bashful" in ordinary times.
Seeing Su Hao's frightened appearance, Feng Cai'er giggled as though she had successfully teased him. Then she glanced at the mature and handsome Feng Changge with interest, slowly withdrew her smile, and said, "Let's go. Do not keep Grand Elder Feng waiting."
With that, she took the lead toward the inner hall, with Feng Changge and Su Hao following behind her.
This world was like that: whoever had the higher cultivation had the greater right to speak.
The three entered the inner hall. It was spacious, but simply decorated, somewhat different from the luxury Su Hao had imagined. Many low tables stood along both sides, while at the head sat a white-haired middle-aged man in meditation. He was broad and well-built, his face glowing red, his essence, qi, and spirit