The leader of the newcomers looked middle-aged. He made no attempt to conceal his Dongyuan Sect Daoist robe and exuded the presence of a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator.
Behind him, one on either side, stood a man and a woman, both Late Qi Refining Stage cultivators.
Song Yan glanced over.
The man leading them was none other than Yang Wenxuan, and the two behind him were familiar faces as well.
Qin Zhan and Zhou Mengdie.
Speaking of Little Zhou, she really was unlucky. Originally, she only needed to stay on Red Maple Plain and do a few safe assignments, or even clerical work, to accumulate enough merits to leave the front.
Who would have thought Yang Wenxuan would be so selfish, unwilling to share the benefits of exploring secrets and seeking treasures with anyone?
So, being all on his own, he had not only called Qin Zhan over for some "training."
He had also brought along Zhou Mengdie, the little treasure-bearer.
Qin Zhan was naturally delighted. Dressed in a brand-new Daoist robe, he looked every inch the graceful scion of an aristocratic clan, a smile as warm and mellow as jade on his face.
These days, the Qin Lineage was like the sun at its zenith, basking in boundless glory.
As a young master of the clan, he was naturally riding high on the spring breeze too.
Little Zhou, however, wore the expression of someone with nothing left to live for.
The three sat down. Qin Zhan turned slightly, thoughtfully sheltering Zhou Mengdie in a seat farther inside, away from the press of others.
His voice was gentle. "Junior Sister Mengdie, you must be tired after all that traveling, right?"
"This Immortal-Drinking Waterside Pavilion looks quite splendid. It must have some excellent spirit tea. Why don't I order you