Long Xuan walked ahead, while Lu Xuanji followed closely, half a step behind.
"How should I address you?" Long Xuan asked. Her voice was soft and mellow, intoxicating like century-aged wine. A faint fragrance accompanied her words, carrying the scent of orchids.
"Lu Clan, Lu Xuanji."
Lu Xuanji said.
Out of the corner of his eye, he observed this senior.
Her beautiful eyes shone as they moved, her hair arranged in a cloud-like coiffure. She wore blue robes paired with a gauzy skirt, her figure developed to perfection, full in front and rounded behind. The skin exposed outside her clothes was smooth and white as jade, whiter than frost and snow, making her body exquisitely captivating.
Yet beneath that delicate, lovely body lay terrifying power. Her strength surpassed even the Lu Family Ancestor's.
"So, you are from the Lu Clan."
Long Xuan nodded, seeming to recall something. "The Lu Clan was once a great family in Qingshui Commandery. It is a pity that it has now declined. You must strive hard and work toward restoring the Lu Clan."
"I understand, Senior."
Lu Xuanji nodded. A glint flashed through his eyes as he asked, "Ancestor Jin, are there any taboos I should know of?"
"Taboos?"
Long Xuan frowned and pondered. Her snow-white hand unconsciously stroked a lock of hanging hair as she said, "My Young Miss has a gentle temperament. She does not kill easily, nor does she anger easily. Even toward juniors, she is rather approachable. Still, there are some taboos. You may call my Young Miss Ancestor Jin, or Fellow Daoist, but you must never call her Fairy."
"Why is that?"
Lu Xuanji asked.
In the Cultivation World, female cultivators were generally addressed as Fairies.
It was like his past life, when women were often called beauties, even though