Zheng Zhaoling narrowed her eyes slightly and took a couple more careful looks. Although the name was rather blunt, the calligraphy was full of charm.
Besides, Chu Xingchen had invited her here himself. Though his purpose was unclear, he must have made some preparations.
For instance, the conspicuous yet awkward plaque before her might be a hint and a tone Chu Xingchen had deliberately set.
A Loving Family...?
Was this a gesture of goodwill?
Or was he preparing to ally with the Cloud Dream Pavilion? If he wanted an alliance, did he intend to make her his point of entry?
Zheng Zhaoling did not enter rashly. Instead, she pondered for a moment. If that was the subject, what should she say, and how should she represent the Cloud Dream Pavilion's interests?
By now, Chu Xingchen's reputation thundered in the ears of everyone in the Eighteen Immortal Sects. For some reason, Bai Xuanling, the world's only True Immortal, had not ascended.
Of these two, one represented the present, and the other the future.
She could not offend them, but neither could she readily surrender their interests.
"You must be Fellow Daoist Zheng."
A clear, resonant voice came from the doorway.
Zheng Zhaoling's heart tightened. He was so close, yet she had not noticed him at all. Looking toward the entrance, she saw a handsome young man standing beside the door, dressed in a pale-blue robe patterned with Dao script and edged in gold.
His hands rested behind his back, a faint smile on his lips. His gaze was calm and composed, yet it seemed to see straight through her with a single glance.
What put Zheng Zhaoling even more on guard was that, although the young man stood before her, her Divine Sense perceived him as nothing more than a wisp