Although Xu Linmiao had complained nonstop earlier, he wasn't actually a fool.
How could he not know what it meant to be connected to the Southern Immortal Palace in the southern part of Cloud Dream Haven?
What ordinary Rogue Cultivator could possibly be qualified to attend an Immortal Lord's birthday celebration?
Bringing this up
could reassure her, display his family's standing, and give him a chance to forge a connection with her.
It was a case of killing three birds with one stone.
Hearing this,
the young woman was taken aback.
"Demons?"
Then,
a sweet smile suddenly blossomed across her cool, distant face.
"Oh... then I'll trouble you."
That sweet smile, in the brocade-clad youth's eyes, was like a warm spring breeze.
But in Uncle Xun's eyes, behind him,
the old man looked utterly horrified. His breathing had nearly stopped.
No...
It was one thing for his young master to spill all their secrets.
But he actually had the nerve to invite someone aboard?!
It was true that bringing one more person along probably wouldn't bother the Immortal Lord.
But...
The other woman's dark robes fluttered slightly as she was already drifting down toward the flying boat without so much as a by-your-leave.
If he rashly spoke up and tried to take back the invitation, he might offend her on the spot.
Uncle Xun stared hard at the figure floating lightly down.
The aura radiating from her seemed to be around the level of one or two ranks in the Chess-Player Realm.
But his instincts told him
that this seemingly harmless young woman before him was far more than she appeared.
How could an ordinary cultivator at the first or second rank of the Chess-Player Realm suddenly appear right under his nose?
Things had come to this.
Uncle Xun could