Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1325
Chapter 1325: Chapter 1312: An inexplicable familiarity, as if experienced personally_1 Chapter 1325: Chapter 1312: An inexplicable familiarity, as if experienced personally_1 “Hmph! Ignorant.”
Before the lady in purple could speak, an angry rebuke rose from the proud crowd congregating along the corridor.
“Senior Rongxue kindly cares for you all, afraid that you would lose your lives in a gang fight. She has specially invited you to the Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion for temporary refuge, yet you show no gratitude?”
“Oh…. so that's the case.”
With an elongated tone, Qing Yuan pretended to realize something. Then the topic switched subtly, his seeming sincerity cloaked a gentle rejection.
“In that case, I would ask the fairies here to convey our gratitude to Senior Rongxue. We do not reject her goodwill out of ignorance. Rather, it's out of respect for the distinction between men and women. The Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion is not a place for us to prolong our stay. My comrade and I will respectfully take our leave, not causing further distraction from your cultivation.”
“We bid you farewell.”
Mu Fan and the young man looked at each other, then spun and left immediately.
*
“Hold on.”
The two notes of a lute sounded from the attic, hovering over the courtyard. The soft and gentle voice of Mu Rongxue clearly reached the ears of every disciple.
“I and Patriarch Xiayao are close friends. Mu Fan is his Closed-door Disciple, hence my nephew. None of you shall disrespect or secretly speculate about him.”
“Yes.”
The lady in purple, as well as the hundred female disciples in Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion were simultaneously shocked and replied respectfully.
“Ding Ding.”
Two more notes from the lute sounded, seemingly inviting cordially.
Mu Rongxue's gentle voice resounded once more, reaching everyone's ears.
“Nephew Mu Fan, there's no need to be overly deferential. Please come into the building for a chat.”
“If so, I am obligated to obey. Please forgive any inconveniences we may cause.”
Mu Fan and Qing Yuan exchanged a look, sighed quietly, and bowed towards the direction of the attic.
“Fellow Daoists, please.”
Invited personally by Mu Rongxue, the lady in purple dared not to show any contempt anymore, immediately concealing her arrogance, and welcoming them with a bow.
“Fairy, please lead the way.”
Mu Fan responded indifferently, returning the bow.
“Please follow me.”
The lady in purple turned around immediately, leading the two through the corridor towards the attic.
*
Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion was composed of three floors. The first floor was spacious and bright with windows wide open. The winter wind rustled the sheer white curtains, and sunlight scattered on the floor, leaving dappled points of light.
Mu Rongxue, dressed in white, sat elegantly by the lute. Her fair fingers flitted over the strings, releasing crisp and pleasing notes like a mountain stream tinkling.
Mu Fan shook his head, a fleeting look of puzzlement flashing across his eyes.
This scene felt uncannily familiar to him, almost as if he had experienced it in person before.
At the end of the musical piece, Mu Rongxue looked up through the crack in the curtain, gazing at the handsome youth approaching through the corridor.
Mu Fan's black outfit was stained with blood. His respiration slightly irregular, and shallow wounds on his body healed automatically with the passage of time.
Only the torn clothing and lingering bloodstains bore testimony to the furious life-and-death battles of not long ago.
Indestructible Divine Body?!
It is indeed the legendary Indestructible Divine Body.
If this young man could grow smoothly, his future achievements would be boundless.
Mu Rongxue's gaze flickered, and her ardent stare lingered for a few seconds on the extraordinary features that she had glanced at last night, causing her heart to race for a moment.
*
“Mu Fan of the Tranquil Sect, Qing Yuan of the Kunlun Sect, we greet Leader Mu.”
Mu Fan and Qing Yuan entered the hall, stopping three meters from the lute, and greeted with a bow.
“There's no need for ceremonies, nephews. Please, have a seat.”
Mu Rongxue disguised her strange emotions, greeting them with the elegant and dignified presence of an elder. Her soft and gentle voice felt like a warm spring breeze.
Chapter end
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