"Please, this way, fellow Daoist."
The old man turned sideways and pointed to a pavilion floating ahead.
"The young master preferred peace and quiet, so he resided here. On ordinary days, even this old bag of bones would not dare disturb him without pressing business."
"Today, upon hearing that someone of your caliber had arrived, the young master specially instructed this old one to receive you. Such courtesy has never before been shown by the Lu Clan."
Every word, overt or implied, was a hint.
They had given her more than enough face.
And they were also implying that their young master regarded her differently.
Jiang Yuechu's expression did not change. She merely gave a slight nod.
"Thank you for the trouble."
Seeing the girl's indifferent reaction, the old man was not discouraged.
Heavenly prodigies were supposed to have some pride.
The colder and more aloof she was, the more she could stir a man's desire to conquer.
His young master was a dragon and phoenix among men.
Once they met, exchanged a few words, and he displayed some of his methods and bearing—
What woman in this world could remain unmoved?
The old man chuckled and said no more.
He led the three through the corridors, onto the suspended walkway, and straight toward the pavilion shrouded in clouds and mist.
The sea of clouds churned, and the red maples burned like fire.
The scenery of Perched Phoenix Ridge truly was peerless.
The floating pavilion hung alone beyond a cliff, with a bottomless abyss beneath it and clouds of the nine heavens above.
The furnishings inside were exceedingly simple.
A table, an incense burner, and a zither.
Someone sat behind the table.
He wore wide robes as white as snow and a violet-gold crown. His face was like polished jade,