Chapter 421 (Page 1/2)
The sound of a golden bell rang out. A torrential storm was about to arrive.
Along with the ringing came a middle-aged cultivator dressed in plain cloth. His clothes looked exceedingly simple, like those of a commoner who often farmed in the countryside. Years of wind and sun had turned his skin the color of wheat.
He Yuan brought three juniors to the door. His eyes gleamed with concentrated qi, and his vital essence, spirit, and energy all showed through, making him look capable and formidable.
The three young juniors following behind him, however, wore identical emerald-green robes. They walked along with grinning, carefree faces, completely unconcerned with the mourning atmosphere of King Nangong's Mansion.
Nangong Ming hurried forward to welcome them and cupped his hands toward He Yuan, who was walking at the front. "Sir."
He Yuan was only a few years older than Nangong Ming, but Nangong Ming took excellent care of himself. Pampered and privileged, he was full of noble bearing, and his features made him look relatively young. This made He Yuan seem a good ten years older, like his much older brother. "Prince, please accept my condolences." He Yuan seemed entirely unconcerned by the noble status of the Prince of Qingyang. He naturally raised a hand and patted Nangong Ming on the shoulder, carrying himself like an elder brother comforting his little brother.
Nangong Ming did not mind either and led them inside.
Of the two men and one woman following behind He Yuan, only Jiang Fengyu, whose hair was tied in a Daoist coiffure, wore a calm expression and kept her emotions restrained.
Zhao Tingzhu looked around with eyes full of curiosity. Her limpid black eyes occasionally revealed either disdain or satisfaction. Ji Jingcheng yawned, resting both hands behind his