At that moment, Zhuge Jieyu also noticed Chen Wen.
She silently stood up and made an inviting gesture.
When Chen Wen saw it, he drew in a breath despite himself, then walked over.
"I've brought him. You two talk."
After leaving those words, An Qingying finally turned and departed.
"All right."
Zhuge Jieyu smiled and nodded.
Only after An Qingying had left did she cup her fists toward Chen Wen and say, "Fellow Daoist, we meet again."
As expected.
Back in the city, the person she had noticed was me.
A flicker of understanding flashed through Chen Wen's heart.
Zhuge Jieyu spoke again. "Allow me to introduce myself. Zhuge Jieyu, from the Zhuge Clan of the Outer City."
Chen Wen gathered in his thoughts, then said, "Ye Wuqing."
A flash passed through Zhuge Jieyu's eyes; clearly, she had not expected Chen Wen to merely give his name.
As for his personal background, he had no intention of introducing it.
After thinking for a moment, she said, "Sit first."
Chen Wen did not stand on ceremony and sat down directly.
Zhuge Jieyu silently poured Chen Wen a cup of tea.
Chen Wen glanced at Zhuge Jieyu, picked up the Spiritual Tea, and took a sip.
To him, Zhuge Jieyu's bearing was far too calm, and she gave off the feeling of having no aggression whatsoever.
To be honest, he found this Zhuge Jieyu somewhat unreadable.
At this moment, Zhuge Jieyu spoke. "It shouldn't be too presumptuous if I call you Ye, should it?"
Chen Wen smiled. "That would be my honor."
Zhuge Jieyu smiled as well, then said, "I imagine you must be wondering why, although we were strangers, I insisted on meeting you."
Chen Wen did not speak, but his silence already represented everything.
Zhuge Jieyu said, "It's actually very