True Person Xue Yan glanced instinctively at Qian Jiuting, hoping to read something on the face of this elder from headquarters.
But Qian Jiuting's expression was as still as water. There was not the slightest hint that he was joking.
Though doubts lingered in her heart, True Person Xue Yan did not dare ask more. She withdrew her gaze and looked at Chen Changming again.
"Xue Yan greets Elder Chen Shan."
True Person Xue Yan bowed to Chen Changming.
"No need for such courtesy, Sect Master Xue Yan."
Chen Changming nodded slightly. His tone was mild, neither warm nor distant.
His gaze swept across True Person Xue Yan's face. Her features bore a passing resemblance to Gu Huaibei's, and once again, his heart stirred.
The curve of her brows, the coolness at the corners of her eyes, the faint detachment about her lips—they were all so like the White-Clad Woman cultivating in the Ice God Secret Realm.
His heart gave a sudden thump. An indescribable tremor rose from deep within him, but he quickly pressed it down.
Chen Changming betrayed nothing. He merely turned his gaze toward the distant, unbroken ridges of Snow Bamboo Mountain, as though surveying the place where he would cultivate in seclusion.
The mountains appeared and vanished through the snowy mist like an ink-wash scroll, cold and distant.
Qian Jiuting was too seasoned not to notice the confusion True Person Xue Yan could not quite hide. He smiled gently and said, "Xue Yan, Elder Chen Shan cultivates both spiritual arts and the body. His strength is unfathomable. If you encounter any difficulties while he is cultivating at the Snow Bamboo Sect, you may ask Elder Chen for help..."
He spoke as casually as if this were a trivial matter. But the moment he said "Dual Cultivation