The newcomer was Li Yunmei.
Ever since becoming True Person Miao Le's disciple, she had come to resemble Shang Xiuxin, favoring a goose-yellow long dress, her long hair pinned up with a hairpin. Her swanlike neck was slender, her skin and bones crystalline, and her manner graceful.
Her beauty and temperament always made Li Qingyuan inadvertently think of Miss Bao from Dream of the Red Chamber.
Her face was like a silver basin, her eyes like watery apricots; her lips were red without rouge, her brows green without paint. She possessed an innate noble and elegant charm.
Li Yunmei was the quintessential beauty of peace and prosperity—dignified, poised, and grand.
"Fellow Daoist Yunmei." Li Qingyuan cupped his hands in salute, neither overly intimate nor distant, as if they were merely ordinary friends.
That was because Li Qingyuan saw two figures striding over behind Li Yunmei.
Mo Hong chuckled. "Junior Sister Yunmei, is this man your friend?"
Ding Xiaojun chuckled. "Senior Brother Mo Hong, you may not know this, but Fellow Daoist Liu and Junior Sister Yunmei have known each other for over ten years. They are close friends with a deep relationship."
Mo Hong narrowed his eyes.
They had known each other for over ten years, were close friends, and had a deep relationship.
Li Yunmei was the woman he was determined to have. How could he allow someone else to lay a finger on her?
Mo Hong narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Qingyuan, about to speak.
Li Qingyuan knew that once this man opened his mouth, nothing good would come out.
"Fellow Daoist Yunmei, farewell!" Li Qingyuan cupped his hands in salute, ignored Mo Hong and Ding Xiaojun, and strode away.
Mo Hong: "..."
He actually dared to ignore me?
Mo Hong nearly exploded with rage. His