"...Ahem...his name is Qi Yuan," Jiang Ruhua said awkwardly.
After all, who in this world did not know of Qi Yuan Eliminates the Great Calamity?
His son-in-law shared the same name as that man. It was truly rather awkward.
Upon hearing this, even Wang Lingtong's heart pounded violently despite his status as a Great Venerable.
He abruptly looked toward the stairs ahead and saw a blood-red figure in a long robe slowly descending, his footsteps landing on the stairs with a thud-thud sound.
Jiang Lingsu, dressed in plain robes, had her arm linked around that figure's. The joy in the depths of her eyes could not be suppressed.
At that moment, every cultivator drinking present set down their cups and silently rose to their feet.
Within the tavern, the only sound was the rustling of footsteps upon the wooden stairs.
Jiang Ruhua did not notice those cultivators standing up. He merely heard the sounds Qi Yuan made on the stairs, and his face reddened slightly.
Sigh, his son-in-law truly deserved to be someone like him, born in some little backwater. Their manners were clearly about the same—he even walked so loudly.
Couldn't he see how quiet it was here?
Manners, manners!
He decided that once they returned to the Eastern Lands, he would definitely teach Qi Yuan properly. When out and about, he could not disgrace the cultivators of the Eastern Lands.
When that splash of blood-red entered his vision, a peerlessly handsome face appeared—one carrying a trace of languor, as though he had yet to shake off spring drowsiness. Jiang Ruhua abruptly stood, saw that young man holding his precious daughter, and was just about to question him.
Yet he saw every cultivator present bow in worship, while a deafening roar swept forth at that moment.
"Greetings, Senior Blood