The Jade-Cold Pool.
Xu Chuan's Bamboo House.
"A Weng, did you want to see me?"
Xu Deling sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion opposite Xu Chuan.
"The early phase of the seventh layer of Qi Refining." Xu Chuan smiled faintly and praised her. "Very good. You haven't disappointed me."
"Thank you, A Weng."
Xu Deling was now sixteen, and her figure had gradually begun to mature.
Her brows and eyes were like frost-tempered blades, her pupils as dark as lacquer. The slightly raised corners of her eyes held a hint of sharpness, her nose was shaped like a suspended gallbladder, and her lips were thin and pale. Even without rouge or powder, she possessed a natural air of authority.
She wore a narrow-sleeved crimson gauze robe embroidered with curling vines in gold thread. Her black hair was gathered into a high ponytail and tied with madder-red Wu silk.
A dark-gold, low-grade Storage Pouch hung at her waist.
Her attire resembled that of her aunt, Xu Mingshu.
That was hardly surprising. She had spent most of her childhood following Xu Mingshu around and had naturally been influenced by her.
Yet her features were sharper, like a blade's edge, making her resemble Xu Mingwei more.
Her features as a whole resembled Yang Ronghua's, giving her a peerless beauty that could topple cities.
Her grace was unmatched, her brilliance without equal!
"A Weng, did you summon me to arrange a marriage for me too?" Xu Deling suddenly asked.
"What made you think that?" Xu Chuan smiled.
"Sister Dejing was about this age when her marriage was arranged."
"Then would you like that?" Xu Chuan could not help following her lead.
When she fell silent, Xu Chuan immediately understood something. The girl probably already had someone she fancied.
Xu Deling knew very few men