Frustration knotted in Lu Xinghuai's heart like a coiling dragon. His mood had been poor of late.
His attempt to seize the golden nature in the Grotto-Heaven had ended in failure. Lu Boyan was a cunning old schemer, and Wei Qixin was no easy opponent either. Not only had he disappointed his sovereign, he had also suffered injuries. With countless tangled affairs following on their heels, he had no desire to deal with Tai Fuwei just then.
Those who came meant no good; those who meant good did not come. Anyone choosing this moment to call on him was probably bringing trouble.
He wanted to shut his doors to visitors, but considering that this True Person was older than he was and had little lifespan remaining, he thought it over and finally went out to greet him with a smile.
The middle-aged prince was tall and imposing, dressed in black ceremonial robes. His hearty laughter carried from far away:
"What brings you here, venerable True Person? It's been so long since we last met. I've often thought of you..."
Then he noticed Lin Xi Yu behind him, and his smile remained undiminished:
"Fellow Daoist Lin is here too! Please, come in!"
As the saying went, one did not strike a smiling face. Prince Jing had always been an old hand at dealing with people and would never abruptly leave anyone out in the cold.
Even with anger in his heart, Tai Fuwei had no choice but to muster a faint smile:
"I had no other choice but to come trouble the Heavenly Ministry Imperial Lineage."
At those words, Lu Xinghuai's heart leaped, but he maintained his generous air:
"Trouble? What trouble? Whatever the matter is, venerable True Person, just tell me."
Every Purple Mansion cultivator was shrewd, and Tai Fuwei