The room is dimly lit, and where the light and dark overlap, the green-glazed Suan Ni incense burner is filled with light smoke.
There was silence all around, and the old man stood firmly on the spot, his eyes reflecting the majestic figure of the man sitting at the desk, extremely respectful.
The man appeared to be in his forties.
Wearing a navy blue brocade robe, with an ink-colored golden belt tied around the waist, his eyes were sharp and deep, like a soaring falcon in the sky.
He has a tall and straight figure, is calm and intimidating, and carries the unique powerful spirit of a high-level cultivator.
He has an impressive appearance and is in the prime of life.
Compared with the romantic young man in his twenties, his face is not inferior at all, and he is more mature and charming.
He noticed the old man's arrival, and it took him half a cup of tea before he closed the book in his hand.
This person is none other than the master of Wenfeng Pavilion, Ling Zhongsheng, a well-known figure on the mainland.
Ling Zhongsheng raised his eyelids, his voice was rich and magnetic.
"Old Wu, didn't I tell you that just use the teleportation array?
Don't always struggle with the stairs as you get older."
The old man bowed and his etiquette was so strict and thorough that no one could find any fault with him.
He lowered his tone and did not comment on the man's words: "You still have to have the etiquette you should have.
Please don't offend me anymore.
There is no way to repay the great kindness of the pavilion master."
"That's fine."
Ling Zhongsheng knew that his mind had been made up, "Why is Mr.
Wu walking in such a hurry?"
"The boy named Xiao is here and says he has something important to see."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier and invite him in quickly?"
Hearing this, Ling Zhongsheng's eyebrows stretched, and a hearty smile appeared on his face, which made Mr.
Wu who was used to his decisive image of killing people couldn't help but feel a little shocked.
"yes."
Wu Lao didn't know much about the young man outside Wenfeng Pavilion, but the friendship between Ling Zhongsheng and the two transcended their age, which could be called a close friendship.
Wu Lao was convinced of this.
But out of reverence for all sentient beings, he always felt that a teenage boy was not qualified to have a close relationship with him.
Therefore, he was often dissatisfied with his words and kept calling the other person "boy surnamed Xiao".
Ling Zhongsheng watched Wu Lao's figure disappear at the end of the stairs, and immediately stood up as usual.
"Hahaha" The unfathomable image just now collapsed instantly, and he laughed happily, holding up the jade tea cup and pacing back and forth on the carpet, his joy uncontrollable.
He kept mumbling: "Why hasn't it arrived yet?
Why hasn't it arrived yet?"
Who would have thought that the famous master of Wenfeng Pavilion in mainland China would lose his composure due to the visit of a young man?
A slight spatial fluctuation rippled from the room, and a bright beam of light flashed immediately.
The brilliance dispersed into scattered powder, hidden in the air.
A young man appeared.
He is wearing a moon-white brocade suit with fine silver patterns and a large complex pattern on the white suit.
A white silk thread tied more than half of her dark blue hair high on the back of her head.
The black eyes under the willow eyebrows were like ink that was too thick to be melted, and like stars on a cold night, which sometimes appeared with divine light.
His words were high-spirited, and his voice was so beautiful that it made people's hearts tremble.
"Uncle Ling, we haven't seen each other for half a year, but you still remember someone like me."
The corners of the young man's mouth curved slightly, and he was free and unrestrained.
It was Xiao Jinyan who was imprisoned by Mu Chuyue at Youmen.
Afterwards, he stayed there for several days.
No matter how hard he tried, Mu Chuyue seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, and no trace could be found.
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He had no choice but to give up and came to Wenfeng Pavilion alone.
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