Though Xu Linmiao had grumbled incessantly earlier, he was not actually a fool.
How could he not know how much weight a connection to the Southern Immortal Palace carried in the southern Cloud-Dream Realm?
What ordinary rogue cultivator had the privilege of attending an immortal lord's birthday celebration?
By bringing this up,
he could reassure her, display his family's standing, and seize the chance to forge a connection with her.
It was killing three birds with one stone.
At those words,
the girl paused slightly.
"Demons?"
Then,
a sweet smile suddenly blossomed on her cool face.
"Oh... sorry for the trouble, then."
To the brocade-clad youth, that sweet smile felt like a gentle spring breeze.
But to Xun Bo behind him,
the old man's face was already filled with terror, and he almost stopped breathing.
Wait...
It was bad enough that his young master had spilled everything about them.
But he actually had the fucking nerve to invite her aboard?!
Granted, bringing one extra person along probably would not bother the immortal lord.
But...
Her dark robes stirred, and she was already floating down toward the flying boat without the slightest hesitation.
If he rashly spoke up and withdrew the invitation, he might offend her on the spot.
Xun Bo stared fixedly at the figure drifting lightly down.
The aura she gave off seemed to be only around the first- or second-piece chessmaster realm.
Yet his instincts told him
that this seemingly harmless girl was nowhere near as simple as she appeared.
Could an ordinary first- or second-piece chessmaster appear out of thin air right under his nose?
Things had already reached this point.
Xun Bo could only steel himself, step forward, and bow deeply.
"This old man is Xun Bo. Greetings, Fellow Daoist... might I ask your name?"
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