Jiang Yun Rong

Luo Yan was unaware of where he had slipped up.

The woman opposite him saw right through him.

Fortunately, he has always been indifferent, and after experiencing so much.

They have developed the composure to remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before them.

So he kept his expression unchanged and didn't respond, lest he give himself away again.

The woman named Yunrong gave a soft hum.

"You wouldn't happen to be the son of the Di family, would you?"

"Their demeanor is exactly the same, even their expressions after being exposed are identical."

"It makes me angry just looking at it."

Suddenly, without any explanation.

The woman strode forward, holding the brown paper bag in one hand. Despite the vigorous movement, not a single fruit fell out of the bag.

She was incredibly fast; Luo Yan had barely seen her swooping down when she was already right in front of him.

A hand reached out, two fingers together, and thrust it towards Luo Yan!

Luo Yan closed his eyes slightly.

The woman's two slender fingers, seemingly frail, gave Luo Yan a sense of danger.

He knew he couldn't possibly outrun his opponent, and dared not reveal his 'Dragon Transformation', so he could only secretly channel his energy to create a faint Solar Halo.

He then clenched his fist and slammed it down.

He met Xiuzhi with Iron Fist.

The woman exclaimed "Eh!", clearly surprised that Luo Yan had advanced instead of retreating.

But she did not back down.

He stabbed with two fingers.

It pierced into the three inches of Solar Ray emanating from Luo Yan's fist.

The Solar Ray that pierced Luo Yan vanished without a trace.

Fists clashing.

Luo Yan felt a sharp pain in his fist, as if he had been stabbed by a red-hot knife.

He instinctively pulled his fist back, and upon closer inspection, he saw two red marks on his knuckles.

He knew that his opponent had released their force after hitting him.

Otherwise, they might have suffered some kind of fracture.

Now look at the woman.

She flicked her two fingers and said, "Really tough. You're practicing ' Observing Mountains and Seas,' right? So, you really are a student of Feng Hua?"

Luo Yan nodded. "Teacher Wei is still my mentor."

The woman looked Luo Yan up and down. "His background is from Feng Hua Sect, but his Combat Skill show traces of the Di family."

"Fine, for Feng Hua's sake, you can come in."

She took out her key and opened the door to the ' Taowan ' courtyard.

Luo Yan followed her into a small hall.

The room was decorated in a simple and elegant style, with potted plants placed outside the window.

There are also unique lacquerware, bamboo curtains, and calligraphy and paintings.

The woman placed the paper bag on the table, picked out an apple, and then tossed it to Luo Yan.

Luo Yan accepted it. "Thank you, Ms. Yun Rong."

"Stop." The woman looked like she had a headache. "Stop calling me 'lady, lady.' I was in the same class as your teacher; I should call him 'senior brother.'"

"Just call me Sister Rong."

"Also, Di Zheng didn't tell you." "Is my full name Jiang Yun Rong?"

Luo Yan shook his head, then took a bite of the apple with a crunch.

The fruit tasted slightly sour and sweet.

Jiang Yun Rong crossed her arms and said, "Speak, why did Di Zheng send you to see me?"

Luo Yan frowned deeply.

Di Zheng sent him to deliver the message.

But at the time, Di Zheng said...

When Jiang Yun Rong mentions him, then give the letter to her.

And this "mention" is clearly the kind of mention that involves "missing" or "longing".

Instead of what it is now.

Immediately, Luo Yan hesitated, wondering whether he should hand over the letter.

Jiang Yun Rong laughed.

"So, the person surnamed Di just sent you here to see me?"

"Nothing else to explain?"

Luo Yan thought for a moment and said, "He gave me a letter."

"I said I'd give it to you when you mentioned him."

"If it hadn't been mentioned..."

He glanced at Jiang Yun Rong, but dared not say anything more.

A hint of murderous intent flashed across Jiang Yun Rong's eyes again.

"This guy is still incredibly arrogant even now."

"If I don't mention him, he won't give me any letters, right?"

"Fine, you can go now."

I don't care about this letter.

Luo Yan nodded and turned to leave.

He hadn't taken more than two steps.

Then the woman exclaimed, "You're really leaving?"

"Stupid!"

"Just as stupid as that guy surnamed Di!"

"How can you win a woman's heart like this?"

Luo Yan turned around and saw Jiang Yun Rong shaking her head, extending her hand and saying, "Leave the letter."

"Good."

He took out the somewhat heavy letter and placed it on the tree stump-shaped table next to him.

Then he took his leave.

After Luo Yan left.

Jiang Yun Rong picked up the letter, a hint of hesitation flashing across her face.

So he put it down again.

Then I peeled an apple for myself.

Halfway through cutting.

Apply slight pressure with your five fingers.

The fruit shattered, and the pulp fell all over the ground.

"It's just a letter."

"What am I afraid of!"

She dropped the knife and came back.

Gently bite your lips.

His eyes revealed a resolute look.

I carefully tore open the envelope.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Qingming Festival is here.

That day, in Pingyao Underground City.

Whether in the old town or the city center, whether in the Buddhist Hall or a cemetery.

People came and went, paying their respects at the graves.

Sixian Funeral Home.

Luo Yan arrived quite early.

Today was supposedly a memorial service for Liu Xiao, but in reality, Yu Bai rented out a Mourning Hall.

Some fresh flowers were casually placed in the Mourning Hall; they didn't even bother to display Liu Xiao's portrait.

After all, today, ostensibly a memorial service, is actually a gathering of the four families, including Li Ao, who each received a share of the assets of the Xuanming Department's three teams.

It's just to make it easier to catch everyone in one fell swoop.

Luo Yan sat in a corner of the Mourning Hall, his head bowed, with the ' Huanlong ' and ' Blood Drinker ' Dual Sabers beside him.

Information about those companies was flashing through my mind.

Li Ao, nicknamed "Big Mouth Li".

Born in the city, now living in the old town.

They run illegal factories, sell people for ransom, and exploit survivors on the surface.

He was an ordinary person, but he had a trusted confidant surnamed Qiu, whose cultivation level was intermediate, first stage.

There are thugs in the Undercity, and mercenaries on the surface.

Although he was just a nobody, he had some skill.

Qi Fei was born out of wedlock to a prominent family in Pingyao.

He was engaged in the Medicinal Materials business and had a team composed of cultivators.

He usually appeared around Qi Fei as a 'partner'.

With the help of his family's influence, Qi Fei's Medicinal Materials business flourished in the Undercity.

He had frequent interactions with mid-level officials in Pingyao, but these relationships were mostly limited to drinking sessions.

Mo Xiao is a wealthy merchant from Pingyao, whose businesses span Medicinal Materials, tobacco, and bars.

He is cunning, well-informed, and secretly funds several illegal armed groups.

He never married and had no children.

They adopted only one son, Mo Lei.

With painstaking cultivation, this child has already reached the Intermediate Level Four Realm this year.

Lin Xianglan came from a humble background and was originally a prostitute.

She was later chosen by a wealthy businessman and married into a rich family.

A year later, the former official died unexpectedly, and Lin Xianglan used every means to seize his family property.

This woman was very skilled at social maneuvering, and in a short period of time, she rose to the upper class.

He has countless male concubines, and recently, he has gained the favor of a powerful man surnamed Zhou, where he is thriving.

This woman spearheaded the scheme to gradually seize the assets of Team 3.

Footsteps approached.

Luo Yan raised his head slightly and Yu Bai come to his side.

He said softly.

"Mister Red Ghost, they've arrived."

Luo Yan nodded slightly.

Just then, a loud laugh rang out from the doorway.

Then I saw a man wearing a suit and a gold chain.

A man exuding the air of a nouveau riche walked in.

"Brother Yu Bai, it's not that I'm being a chatterbox."

"No matter what, Brother Liu was a respectable man in his lifetime."

"How can a memorial service be held in such a shabby place?"

"Are you broke? If you're broke, just tell your brother Li."

"Brother Li will definitely give Boss Liu a proper burial."