Of the two unexpected visitors who had arrived unannounced, one wore vivid red, yet looked neither seductive nor vulgar, exuding only fiery intensity and brisk competence. The other wore simple, pale clothing, her features as lovely as a painting, with a graceful, ethereal beauty like an immortal banished to the mortal world. They were none other than Li Yan, the Sword Master of the Li Gate, and Wen Qingfei, the younger daughter of the Wen family, whom he had not seen for a long time.
Fang Qianyuan did not know that when he had last returned to East Pass and fought the Golden Toad True Person in Sea City, Wen Qingfei had also gone to the city tower to watch the battle in secret.
The affair had stirred a tremendous uproar at the time. As someone from East Pass herself, how could she not have known?
But Fang Qianyuan's fame already blazed like the sun at its zenith. She was merely a woman from a minor aristocratic clan, with neither beauty that could topple a city nor the celebrated talents of her elder sister, the Feather Fairy. If she had rashly approached him as an old acquaintance, the world would only have viewed her as shamelessly clinging to his rising fortunes.
Gentle on the outside but resolute within, Wen Qingfei also knew that Fang Qianyuan loved his freedom and had no interest in romantic attachments. Better to cherish his memory than meet him.
Now, after enduring hardships and achieving success through arduous cultivation, she finally had some confidence. Upon hearing that Fang Qianyuan was recruiting talented people far and wide, she could no longer endure the ache of longing in her heart and had traveled countless miles to come here.
"Brother Fang..."
Joy lit Wen Qingfei's face when she saw