The legendary Silver Mist Manor wasn't nearly as imposing as the image that had appeared in his mind.
It was still quite grand, but strictly speaking, it was no more than a few mountain villas, and they were clearly quite old.
Naturally, it was well maintained, but it still didn't seem like it could house many people.
Of course, after Ji Liushuang gave him a rough idea of its grounds, Fu Qian realized just how imposing it was from another angle.
Regardless, this place was at most something like an ancestral home. The Ji Clan's business spanned the globe, and there probably weren't many people left here.
Sure enough, working with Ji Liushuang had already brought him good news.
If there weren't many people from the Ji Clan here, the number of targets he needed to verify would be greatly reduced. Not to mention, not everyone would inherit the family talent.
Though Fu Qian was quite pleased, neither of his two companions looked particularly happy.
Ji Liushuang was injured to begin with, and her face was haggard. At this moment, there wasn't the slightest joy at returning home on her face.
As for Ji Mingzhe, whether it was Ji Liushuang being attacked or the unexpected guest that was Fu Qian, neither seemed to please him much.
And clearly, he had already made those feelings known. The man and woman leading the group to greet them wore expressions just like his.
"Hello, Professor Andir."
The man at the head of the group was clearly much older than Ji Mingzhe, and their looks were only vaguely similar.
Still, with several decades more experience and refinement under his belt, he was much more courteous.
"I'm Ji Xun. Thank you for helping Liushuang."
"Think nothing of it. It was no trouble."
Fu Qian