Chapter 1597: Chapter 1579: Father visits personally to discuss cooperation with the Immortal_1 Chapter 1597: Chapter 1579: Father visits personally to discuss cooperation with the Immortal_1 “Who are you looking for?”
As the siblings spoke, Ge Qiuyan flew over on her sword and gently landed on the ground.
“Who are you?”
Jiang Chenxi saw the lovely young girl, and immediately put away his playful expression, replacing it with a flawless smile.
“I am Miss Ge, a villager from Luofeng Village, and also a neighbor of Immortal Lin.”
Ge Qiuyan's eyes flickered, she had to admit that this person was indeed attractive, so she swallowed the pent-up anger in her belly.
“Oh, so it's Immortal Ge.”
Jiang Chenxi got familiar with her right away, and immediately approached her with a flattering smile: “I am Jiang Chenxi. I have come to visit Immortal Lin with my father and sister. Could you please show us the way?”
“Alright, follow me.”
Ge Qiuyan's ears flushed as she was called Immortal.
She was just a village girl with a cultivation level of Qi Condensation stage six, not too powerful in mana, and no one had ever called her Immortal so politely before.
For this title, she happily agreed to lead them, entered the peach forest, and came to the front gate of the Lin Residence with ease.
“Chirp.”
Seeing the Flood Dragon Flying Carriage, Little Kingfisher returned like a shooting star from the mountains and circled above their heads.
“Yin'er, your timing is perfect.”
Ge Qiuyan, looking up, smiled and asked, “Is Sister Xian'er home? It's the Winter Solstice today, and I picked some mushrooms to make soup for you tonight.”
“Chirp.”
Little Kingfisher let out a crisp chirp, landing above the door plaque.
The two steel doors opened automatically, and Lin Qingluo's clear and pleasant voice came from inside: “Qiuyan is here. Come in.”
“Alright, thank you, Immortal Lin.”
Ge Qiuyan happily ran through the gate.
“Elder Lin.”
Jiang Manyun faced the direction of the door and respectfully bowed: “Manyun has come to visit uninvited, please forgive my rudeness, Elder.”
“Is there a reason for Immortal Jiang's visit this time?”
Lin Qingluo frowned, her faint and delicate voice echoing clearly in her ears.
Jiang Manyun did not dare to hide anything: “My father has come to visit in person to discuss a cooperation matter with you.”
“The Lord of Sifang? He, heh.”
There was a cold disdainful breath from Lin Qingluo's nose.
“Has my father offended Immortal?”
Jiang Manyun was alarmed, sensing that something was amiss.
“Not offended, per se.”
Lin Qingluo's eyebrows raised slightly, with a hint of mockery: “Our first meeting wasn't too pleasant.”
Jiang Manyun felt her heart sink and forced a bitter smile.
Lin Qingluo, with her powerful divine sense, saw the bitterness flash in Manyun's eyes, sighed quietly and did not make things difficult any further: “Since you've come all this way, come in.”
“Thank you, Elder.”
Jiang Manyun showed a surprised expression and bowed in thanks.
*
Ge Qiuyan took them to the guest house.
Lin Qingluo was waiting for them in the courtyard.
As they walked, the scattered courtyards, picturesque scenery, pavilions, artificial mountains, and green bamboo bridges all reflected the elegance and heritage of the mansion's owner.
Jiang Chenxi marveled at the sight, while Jiang Manyun felt a mix of emotions.
Jiang Yefeng's eyebrows were furrowed, and the more he looked at the Little Kingfisher hovering above their heads, the more he felt a familiar feeling.
“Chirp.”
Little Kingfisher chirped crisply and gave him a sideways glance.
They reached the guest courtyard.
Lin Qingluo, dressed in plain and elegant green clothes, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and skin as lustrous as porcelain, sat by the stone table. Her eyes, as clear and bright as gems, narrowed slightly, and the unstated but resolute aura that she exuded made people hesitant to underestimate her.
Jiang Chenxi's eyes sparkled, and upon seeing the ethereal and unique girl, he instantly forgot about Ge Qiuyan.
Chapter end
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