"Don't be ridiculous!" The woman with the wooden hairpin's face suddenly turned cold. She snapped at Yuan Jie, "Why aren't you taking this woman back? Do you expect me to do it myself?"
"I'll take care of it. I'll make sure this rash woman is dealt with properly," Yuan Jie said, hurriedly cupping his fists. Although they all shared the surname Yuan, the Great Yuan Empire was vast. Since the founding emperor, countless people with the Yuan surname had been born—at least hundreds of thousands, perhaps even over a million. Their family had branched out in countless directions over dozens of generations, and the blood ties between them had long since grown faint. That was even more true for cultivators like them, who cared even less about worldly blood ties.
"Master! Master!" Facing the elderly general who had come to pull her away, Princess Fenyang was still unwilling to give up. She cried out in anguish.
"Lu Da—" Yuan Min was about to speak to Lu Xiaotian, but she hadn't expected the usually indifferent man to show a trace of surprise and a warm smile. His eyes were fixed on Princess Fenyang, who was no more than an ordinary mortal.
Yuan Min's heart jolted. Lu Xiaotian rarely showed such a bright, sunny smile. Could it really be...? How was that possible?
"I never thought I'd run into my worldly disciple here. What a surprise. Fellow Daoist, go ahead and handle the aftermath. Don't mind me. It's rare to meet my disciple, and I have some things to talk over with her. I'll go catch up with her." Lu Xiaotian waved a hand, then shot down toward the ground.
When Chi Lin saw the smile on Lu Xiaotian's face, she knew he had recognized her. Overjoyed, she sprang from her horse