Ling Chenye hesitated slightly.
If it had been an ordinary disciple, he would definitely have stopped him. There was no doubt about that.
Yet the other party was not only a core disciple, but also from Azurewood Peak.
As everyone knew, within the Immortal Sect—especially among the Immortal Peaks—there were three kinds of people one absolutely could not afford to offend.
One kind crafted artifacts.
One kind refined pills.
One kind farmed fields.
These people were exceptionally united. Offending one was the same as offending a whole group; they were not easy to provoke.
And to join Azurewood Peak, one had to possess a Wood Spirit Root.
Which meant that the person before him was most likely a spirit farmer as well.
Moreover, he was no ordinary spirit farmer, but one bearing the status of a "Spirit-Nurturing Envoy."
Seeing the other party remain silent, Xu Changqing clasped his hands and said, "I came here to see Senior Brother Chu Qiu. I ask Fellow Daoist Ling to make an exception."
Ling Chenye frowned slightly upon hearing this. "By the rules, those who have not been invited are not permitted to enter Blood-Iron Peak."
Xu Changqing gave an "oh" and was already preparing to leave.
Though he greatly wished to see Chu Qiu and ask what had happened back then, there was nothing he could do if he could not get in.
Yet in the next moment, Ling Chenye changed his tune. "But rules are dead, while people are alive. I know Chu Qiu too. Go on in."
The corners of Xu Changqing's mouth twitched several times. "You really are adaptable."
Ling Chenye gave a teasing smile, then his body swayed and dissolved into a faint breeze, vanishing without a trace.
Finding him rather interesting, Xu Changqing committed him to memory. Then