Gauze curtains swayed gently, and white mist billowed.
Four pretty attendants in green filed in, each carrying a tray of refreshments, and took their places in turn.
Without the Dragon Prince needing to speak, the attendants knelt on either side, set Spirit Fruit and pastries on the jade table, and served them tea.
As the attendants slowly shuffled backward on their knees, the Dragon Prince gathered her sleeves and lifted her cup of mist-wreathed spirit tea.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, have a cup."
Jiang Yang had no idea what medicine she was hiding in her gourd, but he still raised his cup in acknowledgment. He took only one sip before setting it down with a frown.
"You said there was a reward from the Dragon King. What did you mean by bringing me here, Dragon Prince?"
"Just call me Yuan Jun."
The Dragon Prince seemed to be deliberately keeping him guessing. Rather than answering him directly, she asked another question.
"Do you have a courtesy name or a Daoist name, Fellow Daoist Jiang?"
Jiang Yang froze. He was an orphan, with no elders to give him a courtesy name, and his cultivation had not reached the Purple Mansion realm, so he was not qualified to take a Daoist name either. Naturally, he had neither, and shook his head.
"No. You can just call me by my name, Dragon Prince—Jiang Yang."
The chill thawed from Yuan Jun's white-porcelain face. Though her expression remained the same, a seductive air began to emerge, and she spoke without hesitation.
"My dear Jiang..."
The address sent a shiver through Jiang Yang. He hurriedly waved his hands.
"No, no, no! That won't do!"
They had only met once and exchanged a few words. They were nowhere near familiar enough for that. This sudden, bizarre change left him