Seeing how courteous Zhang Xixi was, Mo Caihuan asked pleasantly, "Are you the person in charge?"
The alluring woman in her thirties said softly, "This junior is of little talent, but I currently serve as the sect leader of the Fragrant Pavilion."
Mo Caihuan looked her over and found that she was a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator. "Mm, I have a handwritten letter from Fellow Daoist Chu here. Take a look."
She took out Chu Fangfang's handwritten letter.
In the letter, Chu Fangfang briefly explained that she would not be able to return anytime soon and was placing the Fragrant Pavilion entirely under Mo Caihuan's charge.
After reading the letter, Zhang Xixi looked at Mo Caihuan with stars in her eyes.
"Is there something dirty on my face?" Mo Caihuan could not help touching her face, as smooth as a boiled egg. Have I become so beautiful that everyone falls in love with me at first sight?
"Senior, are you Senior Mo Caihuan, the founding patriarch of Mohism?" Zhang Xixi asked in amazement.
"That's me," Mo Caihuan said in confusion. "What about it?"
"This junior also studies Mohism and believes it is the most remarkable of Confucianism's eight great schools." The guests Zhang Xixi entertained were all scholars and poets. She conversed and laughed freely with them, and her own scholarly attainments rivaled those of a great scholar.
Only with sufficient learning could she welcome and see off those scholars and poets and make them willingly part with their money.
Zi Ling and Mei Ning could not help looking at Mo Caihuan, their puzzled expressions asking how many more secrets their elder sister had.
A military strategist in the Chaotic Star Sea, an empress in the Heavenly South, a great scholar in Great Jin-their elder sister's identities truly were ever-changing.