Yan Ye and Feng Lian

Zhang Yanye looked at Xu Fenglian, feeling something indescribable in his heart. He cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound calm. "Miss Xu, since you've come, let us show you some hospitality and take you around Baishi Town."

Xu Fenglian nodded and smiled. "Then I'll trouble Third Young Master."

Slowly, the group left North Mountain Valley, until gradually only the two people walking at the front remained.

The two walked side by side along the streets of Baishi Town. As the area had developed peacefully for many years, the town had continued expanding outward. Moreover, the extra-wide streets and main roads reserved from the very beginning made Baishi Town look far from crowded.

Zhang Yanye occasionally pointed out the buildings by the roadside, explaining their histories and uses. Although the Zhang Family had established its lineage here only a little over fifty years ago, the historical records in every area were relatively clear.

Zhang Yanye and the others had all lived here as children. They had heard people explain many places, then later participated in new compilations based on the family's records. He was familiar with much of the material.

Starting with the nine-district layout planned by the Zhang Family at the beginning of its construction, the town had expanded outward ring by ring. Some old warehouses had not been rebuilt for many years. They had once been used to house refugees.

Refugees and newcomers all had to undergo a period of observation. This practice had continued until now, though it had somewhat failed to keep pace with the Zhang Family's development.

Yet no one dared suggest abolishing it.

Xu Fenglian listened attentively, occasionally asking questions, and Yanye answered them patiently.

"You can just call me Feng Lian. You don't have to keep politely calling me Miss