Song Wen put away his communication Jade Slip and flew toward Auspicious Jade Mountain.
As soon as he reached the skies above Auspicious Jade Mountain, he spotted a familiar figure-Fu Hongwen!
Fu Hongwen and a female cultivator were sitting in a pavilion, chatting animatedly.
The female cultivator was exceptionally beautiful.
Her large eyes, in particular, resembled pools of clear spring water. Their shimmering depths brimmed with delicate tenderness, yet occasionally revealed a faint, almost imperceptible trace of seductive charm.
She wore a pale pink gauze dress that made her fair skin appear even more snowy white.
Tilting her head, she gazed unwaveringly at Fu Hongwen, who sat opposite her. Her rosy little lips curved upward in a smile touched with innocent sweetness.
Under her gaze, Fu Hongwen felt as though he were floating among the clouds, dizzy and disoriented, as if the person before him were all that remained of the world.
Song Wen shook his head slightly. How could a greenhorn like Fu Hongwen possibly handle a woman like this? Even if he personally took the field, winning her over would be difficult.
After all, women like her wore one face in public and another behind the scenes. They appeared innocent and kind, but were deeply calculating. Everything they did served a clear purpose. How could they easily fall for some man?
At that thought, Song Wen rubbed the tip of his nose.
He realized that he and this woman seemed to be cut from the same cloth.
My disguise is more convincing than hers, Song Wen reassured himself.
A thought stirred in Song Wen's mind, and he suddenly realized that, judging by Fu Hongwen's behavior, he probably had yet to learn of his father's death.
Was this not the perfect opportunity to clear himself of suspicion?
Song Wen