Jiang Yuechu swept her wide sleeve.
The golden seal and nine flying swords turned into streaks of light and were swept into the bag.
She tied the bag shut and casually hung it at her waist.
Jiang Yuechu nodded slightly, her gaze settling on the old man bowing before her. "That was thoughtful of you."
Seeing the girl accept the items, Lu Gexian's heart finally dropped from his throat back into his chest.
Good. She accepted them.
Her willingness to accept the gifts meant this favorable connection had been forged.
At that thought,
the wrinkles on the old man's face eased, and his smile grew ever more respectful and humble. "You are too kind, esteemed one. They are merely a few worldly possessions. That they caught your discerning eye is their good fortune-and an even greater blessing for the Lu Clan."
Despite those words,
Lu Gexian took the opportunity of bowing to study the young woman before him anew.
She had beaten a Demon Emperor's Primordial Spirit to death with her bare hands.
When had such a figure appeared anywhere in the Eastern Region?
Though he bore the title of clan head, he had spent these past years wholly devoted to secluded cultivation, leaving all clan affairs, great and small, to several elders.
He knew absolutely nothing about this fearsome figure who had appeared out of nowhere.
Without knowing her origins... how could I rest easy?
Lu Gexian straightened and weighed his words before venturing, "This old man has spent years in seclusion and knows little of the world. Might I ask where you hail from, esteemed one? Should an opportunity arise, the Lu Clan will certainly prepare lavish gifts and visit to offer our thanks."
Jiang Yuechu glanced at him. "Great Tang."
"Uh..."
Great Tang?
*What on earth was