Watching the heat in Feng Qing'er's eyes intensify and her expression grow stranger, Hun Changqing's mouth twitched sharply. He had no idea how she had misconstrued his meaning, but he had a feeling that if he expressed even the slightest opinion now, this Miss Feng might well wish to spill her blood on the spot.
"Miss Feng, although I have never set foot in the Central Plains, I once received guidance from an elder back on the Northwest Continent. That elder belonged to the Starfall Pavilion, and it was at his direction that I came here. Naturally, I ought to visit the Starfall Pavilion first, so I'm afraid I cannot give you a definite answer so soon."
"The Starfall Pavilion?"
Feng Qing'er froze briefly at his words before coming back to her senses. Her smile remained unchanged, her lips curving as she spoke in a voice as lovely as silver bells.
"So you have ties with the Starfall Pavilion, Young Master Lin. I was rather presumptuous earlier, then. But since you intend to visit the Starfall Pavilion, why not accompany me to the Wind-Thunder Pavilion first? In a few days, the Four Pavilions of the Central Plains will jointly hold a competition called the Four Pavilion Heaven.
"This year's Four Pavilion Heaven is being hosted by the Wind-Thunder Pavilion, and the masters of all Four Pavilions will gather there. If you wish to make contact with the Starfall Pavilion, Young Master Lin, it would be an excellent opportunity. What do you think?"
A thoughtful look appeared in Hun Changqing's eyes. After considering it for a moment, he slowly raised his head. His exquisite features, seemingly sculpted by heaven itself, revealed a breathtaking smile to Miss Feng as he said with a soft laugh,
"In that case, sorry for the trouble,