Verdant Immortal Mountain.
The Mo Family Clan's territory.
When Su Yi and Li Zhong arrived, Mo Qingchou had long since led a group of important figures to wait outside the Mountain Gate.
She was dressed as a man, with clear, refined features and a graceful figure, possessing a beauty all her own.
"Daoist Su, we finally meet."
Mo Qingchou stepped forward of her own accord, smiling as she greeted him with poised generosity.
Su Yi nodded slightly. "Sorry to have kept you waiting here so long."
Strictly speaking, as a descendant of immortals, Mo Qingchou truly deserved to be called an "immortal maiden." Her elegance was peerless, and her bearing transcended the mundane.
Before long, Mo Qingchou invited Su Yi to the clan's main hall for a banquet.
During the feast, Mo Qingchou introduced the Mo Family's important figures to Su Yi one by one.
Su Yi disliked empty pleasantries, but he did not reveal any impatience. The atmosphere remained fairly harmonious.
Li Zhong was also at the banquet, seated beside Su Yi.
He keenly noticed that although Su Yi's attitude was neither warm nor cold, none of the Mo Family's important figures took offense. Even as they chatted and laughed, they remained exceptionally measured.
Even their attitude toward Su Yi was exceedingly respectful, without the slightest trace of arrogance.
This left Li Zhong rather surprised.
The Mo Family Clan came from the Immortal Realm and was even an Immortal Lord Clan!
Under ordinary circumstances, given the identities of the important figures present, which one of them was not imposing as the heavens, full of grandeur?
A casual sneeze from any one of them could make countless ancient great powers tremble three times over!
Yet now, when facing Su Yi, each of them seemed like a different person—warm, respectful, and