"As you requested, this fairy has come. Where is that incomplete ancient formation you mentioned?" Su Zhixi stood outside the courtyard gate, her tone cold and hard.
She wore a pale lotus-pink dress, its hem embroidered with several endearingly chubby jade rabbits.
The old man beside her remained as still as an ancient well, his sharp eyes continually scrutinizing Song Wen as though he meant to see straight through him.
"Fellow Daoist Su Zhixi, you're finally here! I've long heard of your great reputation. Now that we meet, you truly possess beauty that could topple a city and grace in every gesture," Song Wen said, his face alight with delighted surprise.
Su Zhixi had attractive features, but in the Cultivation World, where beauties gathered like clouds, she was certainly nothing exceptional.
In particular, she was an Integrated Body Realm Cultivator, yet wore a pink dress. Though her face remained youthful, she gave the impression of trying a little too hard to look young.
Her referring to herself as "this fairy" only struck Song Wen as even more affected.
After speaking, Song Wen turned his gaze to the old man, bowed, and cupped his hands.
"Senior, I, Jiang Yushan, am deeply honored by your esteemed presence. May I ask how I should address you?"
Given Song Wen's cautious approach, he had naturally investigated the Su Clan before coming here.
The moment he saw the old man, Song Wen knew he was Su Deyuan, one of the Su Clan's only two Mahayana stage cultivators.
Sometimes, appearing too clever was not a good thing.
That was why he had refrained from revealing the old man's identity.
"I have a measure of renown myself, yet you don't recognize me?" Su Deyuan demanded coldly.
As he spoke, an oppressive aura burst from Su Deyuan, surging