Second Miss...
A letter had arrived from Xiao Jinghong.
Chen Yi glanced at Elder Master Xiao. Seeing him wave for him to sit, he sat back down.
By the count of days, Xiao Jinghong should have been inspecting the Three Towns by now. Perhaps she had already finished inspecting two of them.
In a few days, Xiao Jinghong would likely return to the Prefectural City and perhaps stay for several days.
As Chen Yi thought of this, he could not help muttering inwardly.
She'd better not return while White Immortal and Snow Sword Lord are sparring, or I'll have no choice but to stay obediently at home.
But... good things never come true, while bad things always do...
Xiao Jinghong was, after all, White Immortal's martial niece. This sparring match between two Earthly Immortals was an unprecedented spectacle, and she would certainly be qualified to attend.
It was only uncertain whether she would go.
Elder Master Xiao unfolded the letter and read it twice. A trace of sentiment appeared on his now somewhat rosy face.
Noticing his expression, Zhang Xuan asked with no small amount of envy, "What did your grandniece say in the letter to make you so moved?"
Perhaps because his son Zhang Ying had not lived up to expectations, he had even begun to feel a measure of envy toward Elder Master Xiao.
His son and daughter-in-law had died in battle, but the Main Branch's third generation was outstanding one after another.
Xiao Wan'er could keep the household in order; Xiao Jinghong could command the Dingyuan Army. Xiao Wuge was still young, yet courteous and well-mannered. It was already set in stone that he would become somebody in the future.
How could Zhang Xuan not be anxious?
Elder Master Xiao put away the letter, glanced at him,