If Luo Yihong truly were worthless, then so be it. But Luo Yihong was anything but ordinary in value.
She was Qingyu Gate's most outstanding disciple among the younger generation, someone they intended to cultivate toward the Enlightenment Stage in the future. If she did not count as valuable, Qingyu Gate probably had few valuables worthy of display.
For someone like her to extend an invitation was already a sign of respect. Even if it was unexpected, it was still understandable.
But for her to personally come down and wait for you meant she had lowered herself. That was no longer normal.
Yu Long was no fool. He knew things were not that simple. Qingyu Gate was likely the one begging Yang Chen for a marriage alliance.
But that had nothing to do with him. He smiled and said, "Young Friend Yang Chen, we will wait here. Please go ahead first."
Yang Chen nodded, then headed toward Qingyu Gate's group, his gaze finally settling on Luo Yihong.
When he noticed Luo Yihong, Yang Chen could not help but feel somewhat troubled.
He ought to address Luo Yihong as Senior, but she looked so young and beautiful that calling her Senior seemed rather inappropriate. Yet if he treated her as an equal, she was at the True God Stage and far stronger than him. He truly did not know what to do.
As if she had seen through Yang Chen's predicament, Luo Yihong smiled understandingly. "We have been awaiting Young Master Yang's arrival. Young Master Yang has come right on time."
The moment she called him Young Master Yang, Yang Chen knew that Luo Yihong had no intention of putting on airs before him. She intended to interact with him as an equal.
Yet the more she acted this way, the