"Fellow Daoist, this way, please."
The old man stepped aside and gestured toward a pavilion suspended in the air ahead.
"Our young master prefers peace and quiet, which is why he lives here. Usually, even an old relic like me wouldn't dare disturb him without good reason."
"Today, when the young master heard that someone like you was coming, he specifically instructed this old servant to meet you. This is a courtesy the Lu Family has never extended before."
His words carried a pointed message.
You've been shown the utmost respect.
And he was hinting that his young master felt something special for you.
Jiang Yuechu's expression didn't change. She merely gave a slight nod.
"Sorry for the trouble."
The old man saw that the girl's reaction was mild, but he wasn't discouraged.
Geniuses were always a little proud.
The colder and prouder she was, the more it stirred a man's desire to conquer her.
His young master was a dragon among men.
Once they met, exchanged a few words, and he showed off his abilities and bearing,
what woman in this world could possibly resist him?
The old man chuckled and said no more.
He led the three of them through a covered corridor, onto a suspended walkway, and straight toward the pavilion wreathed in clouds and mist.
Clouds surged like a sea, and the red maples blazed like fire.
The scenery of Phoenix-Perch Ridge was truly one of a kind.
The pavilion hung alone beyond the sheer cliff, with a ten-thousand-zhang abyss below and clouds reaching the highest heavens above.
The pavilion's furnishings were spare.
A table, an incense burner, a zither.
A man sat behind the table.
He wore a loose, snow-white robe and a purple-gold crown. His face was as flawless as jade, his eyes long