In the morning, sunlight filtered through thin clouds and poured warmly over the threshing ground outside the Jiang Family residence.
Jiang Fu'an had just led the three children out, intending to head for the Mizhang Mountains, when he suddenly spotted three people arriving at the village entrance.
Now that he was a cultivator, his eyesight was far beyond ordinary. From a great distance, he could clearly make out the newcomers.
Walking in front were Ma Ping and Wang Zhiyue, husband and wife. What surprised him slightly was the young girl following beside them.
The girl was slender, about the same height as his own daughter, Seedling, and wore a light azure pleated skirt.
"Why are they here?"
A trace of confusion passed through Jiang Fu'an's heart, but his movements did not pause.
A welcoming smile spread across his face as he strode toward the village entrance. "Fellow Daoist Ma, Family Head Wang, what wind has blown you here today? What rare guests!"
Ma Ping laughed heartily and raised his hands in salute. "Fellow Daoist Jiang, you are too polite. We came calling without warning; we have not delayed your important business, have we?
"Not at all. Please, come inside and sit!"
Jiang Fu'an quickly stepped aside and gestured toward his courtyard, his tone especially courteous.
After all, he still intended to buy Clear Dew Mountain from the Wang Family later. He could not afford to slight them now.
At that moment, Seedling also stepped forward and offered a graceful salute. "Uncle Ma, Aunt Wang."
Wang Zhiyue had long noticed this Qi Refining Mid-Stage girl, but had not recognized her at first.
Only upon hearing the form of address did she suddenly remember.
This was the Jiang Family's eldest daughter, whom she had met once several years ago.
She hurried two