Lady Xiao Luan and her entourage of four took their seats, which, as expected, were located closest to the threshold of the Snow Vast Hall, perfect for enjoying the night scenery outside.

However, the personal maid of Lady Xiao Luan, revered as the Little Water God by all the mountain and water spirits within the eight hundred *li* territory of the White Egret River, was not even offered a seat by the Violet Sun Mansion.

The maid could only stand behind Lady Xiao Luan, her beautiful face as frosty as ice.

Since becoming a water ghost after drowning, and being personally promoted by Lady Xiao Luan step by step to become the patrol envoy of the White Egret River Water God’s Mansion over two centuries, she had the authority to execute first and report later against any cultivator below the fifth realm or any malevolent spirit wreaking havoc within her jurisdiction. She had never suffered such humiliation. This visit to the Violet Sun Mansion had effectively squandered all the prestige she had accumulated over two centuries, and there was no chance of recovering it within this place.

Fortunately, having been at Lady Xiao Luan’s side for so long, she had learned to discern the importance of matters. Without needing a reminder from her mistress to be mindful of the occasion, she had already lowered her gaze, trying to make her expression as natural as possible, daring not to reveal the slightest dissatisfaction. Previously, after Lady Xiao Luan had finished discussing important matters alone with the current Master of the Violet Sun Mansion, Huang Chu, her mood was still far from relaxed. She had reminded the four of them that there were still potential variables before they truly boarded the boat to return to the River God’s Mansion, and earnestly requested that everyone endure a little longer.

At that time, Lady Xiao Luan was quite apologetic, her expression bitter, and her words even carried a hint of entreaty, which broke the maid’s heart and nearly brought her to tears.

At this moment, Lady Xiao Luan was flawless in her appearance, attire, and posture, with only a hint of obscurity in her eyes.

Her ability to hold sway over the White Egret River, maneuvering and expanding it from its original six hundred *li* to nearly nine hundred *li*, granting her authority even greater than that of a provincial governor in the mortal court, and maintaining close relationships with many mountain-based Immortal Masters of the Yellow Court Kingdom, as well as martial arts grandmasters like Sun Dengxian, was naturally not achieved through mere violence.

She was the first of the two groups to enter the banquet. The hall was filled with guests, a gathering of immortals, yet two spots remained empty. Since her guests from the Inner White Egret River Water God’s Mansion had already been notified that their seats were in a cool location near the threshold, Lady Xiao Luan knew at a glance who the remaining, most honored seats on the left side beneath the main seat were reserved for.

As expected, she saw Chen Pingan enter the Snow Vast Hall, and Wu Yi, the founding patriarch of the Violet Sun Mansion, who even Lady Xiao Luan was unwilling to meet, lounging lazily on the main seat.

She actually stood up with a smile, walked down the steps, approached Chen Pingan’s group, took Chen Pingan’s arm, and laughed loudly, “If Master Chen doesn’t grace the Snow Vast Hall with his presence, we wouldn’t dare to start the banquet and serve the dishes!”

Chen Pingan, whose fist intent was already perfectly integrated, suddenly had his arm taken by a woman who was practically a stranger. He was uncharacteristically stiff and embarrassed to break free from Wu Yi’s intimate gesture in front of everyone. It was truly an ordeal.

Master Huang Chu and the other senior cultivators of the Inner Violet Sun Mansion were all mentally shaken, increasingly feeling that the young man surnamed Chen was either the patriarch’s lover, though this possibility was highly unlikely. After all, since Wu Yi founded the Violet Sun Mansion, she had never had a Dao companion. The patriarch was devoted to the Great Dao and had no interest in romantic love. Otherwise, could he be a member of the imperial family of the Great Li Song clan, traveling here incognito?

Otherwise, Patriarch Wu Yi’s various behaviors at this banquet were too strange and abnormal.

Fortunately, after leading Chen Pingan to his seat, she released his arm unobtrusively and returned to the main seat. She still maintained a familiar demeanor, showing obvious favor to Chen Pingan, and said loudly, “Master Chen, the one thing we can boast about in the Violet Sun Mansion is this ‘Old Dragon’s Craving’ wine, famous far and wide, not just empty praise. Even an Emperor of the Great Sui Geyang Gao clan once secretly begged Hong Shi of the Yellow Court Kingdom to obtain sixty jars of it from our Violet Sun Mansion every year. The wine has already been prepared on the tables. When you’ve finished, servants will bring more, ensuring that no one’s cup is ever empty. Everyone, drink heartily! Tonight, we’ll not rest until we’re drunk!”

Dozens of beautiful young female cultivators from the Violet Sun Mansion, dressed in brand new, bright and colorful clothing, emerged from both sides of the Snow Vast Hall like fluttering butterflies, serving as wine and dish attendants, a truly beautiful sight.

Wu Yi took the lead in standing up and raising her cup, “This first cup of wine is to honor Master Chen’s arrival at my Violet Sun Mansion, bringing luster to this humble place!”

As a result, everyone had no choice but to stand up, raise their cups together, and toast to Chen Pingan.

This was a level of respect rarely seen even in the Yellow Court Kingdom.

Even if the Hong clan Emperor himself visited the Violet Qi Palace, he might not receive such phrasing from Wu Yi.

After Chen Pingan and his group were seated, Sun Dengxian was dazed and hadn’t fully regained his senses, sitting blankly in his seat. Fortunately, he was kicked by a friend, and then he hurriedly got up.

Chen Pingan could only say a word of thanks and drain his cup.

On the small, exquisite table in front of Pei Qian were also two jars of “Old Dragon’s Craving” wine, but the Violet Sun Mansion was very thoughtful and had also prepared a pot of sweet and clear fruit wine for the little girl, making Pei Qian, who was also standing up with a cup, very happy.

The Violet Sun Mansion was truly a good place.

Pei Qian made up her mind that she would definitely nag her master about it when she got back, constantly nagging him until his ears rang, so that they could often visit the Violet Sun Mansion as guests in the future. Although that Wu Yi wasn’t particularly pretty, far inferior to Huang Ting and Yao Jinzhi, she was a good person and a warm host, with no flaws at all. Anyway, it wasn’t as if she wanted her master to marry her and become her Shiniang (master’s wife), so appearances weren’t important.

After that, Wu Yi didn’t focus too much on Chen Pingan. It was just a normal, abundant feast for mountain immortals.

All kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas were brought to the Snow Vast Hall, where cups clinked and voices mingled, by those graceful young female cultivators like colorful butterflies.

Master Huang Chu, as expected of the second-in-command of the Violet Sun Mansion responsible for public relations, was a good speaker, leading the toast to Wu Yi with eloquent words and winning applause from the entire hall.

Wu Yi didn’t say much, but compared to her usual attitude at Violet Sun Mansion banquets, she was much more approachable tonight, like a different person. She even actively shared some interesting stories from the mountain, causing everyone in the Violet Sun Mansion to laugh continuously. In fact, Wu Yi was a serious person by nature. If Huang Chu were to tell those stories, they might indeed be as good as a storyteller, but when they came from Wu Yi’s mouth, Chen Pingan didn’t find them very funny. However, the laughter in the Snow Vast Hall was all accompanied by sincere eyes and natural smiles.

Perhaps this was also *jianghu*.

In fact, Chen Pingan first had this feeling in that ethereal Lotus Root Blessing Land, after the great battle, when he met the Emperor of the Southern Garden Kingdom in the restaurant.

Lady Xiao Luan held up her wine cup and slowly rose to her feet.

Everyone stopped the commotion with great understanding, and for a moment, it was deathly silent.
Madam Xiao Luan smiled, “Xiao Luan, representing the White Egret River Water God’s Mansion, offers a toast to the esteemed Yuanjun Elder.”

Wu Yi acted as if she hadn’t heard, but her gaze remained fixed on Madam Xiao Luan.

This posture clearly showed that Wu Yi had no intention of giving the White Egret River Water God’s Mansion any face. She wouldn’t allow Xiao Luan to gain any prestige within the Ziyang Prefecture.

Sun Dengxian nearly exploded with anger, his fists clenched tightly on the table, his whole body trembling.

Wu Yi intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Chen Ping’an out of the corner of her eye. The latter was turned, speaking in hushed tones to Pei Qian, seemingly instructing the girl that when visiting as a guest, she must sit properly and eat properly, and not get carried away. Fruit brew wasn’t true liquor, so she wouldn’t have the excuse of being drunk and irresponsible. Pei Qian straightened her back, but nodded and swayed her head, grinning and saying she understood. As a result, she received a flick on the forehead from Chen Ping’an.

Seeing that Chen Ping’an had no intention of getting involved, Wu Yi quickly withdrew her gaze, yawned, and, holding a pot of specially-made Dragon Saliva Wine by its neck, gently shook it. She then rested her cheek on her hand, and lazily asked, “White Egret River? Where is that?”

Then Wu Yi turned to look at Huang Chu, asking, “How far is it from our Ziyang Prefecture?”

Huang Chu quickly rose and respectfully replied, “Reporting to the Ancestral Elder, the White Egret River Water God’s Mansion is only separated from our Ziyang Prefecture by the Iron Charter River, three hundred li by waterway.”

Wu Yi feigned sudden realization, “That’s not far then.”

Not far, in fact, a close neighbor, as the common saying goes, a close neighbor is better than a distant relative. For immortal masters with pedigrees and mountain and water deities, three hundred li was indeed a distance that could be traversed in an instant, equivalent to a stroll after dinner for a mortal scholar. Since that was the case, the White Egret River Water God’s Mansion acting as if they were never to interact with the Ziyang Prefecture for hundreds of years, in Wu Yi’s eyes, was no different from Madam Xiao Luan’s provocation.

However, Wu Yi had her own plans regarding this matter, which was why she allowed the White Egret River Water God’s Mansion to freely expand its territory, and didn’t instruct the Ziyang Prefecture cultivators and the Iron Charter River’s Accumulation Incense Temple to stop them.

The harmonious and pleasant Snow Vast Hall was instantly filled with a murderous aura.

Madam Xiao Luan stood there with both hands holding the wine cup in front of her, a serene smile unchanging on her exquisite and flawless face, “I hope the Cave Spirit Yuanjun will forgive me, then Xiao Luan will punish herself with a cup.”

Just as Madam Xiao Luan raised her arm, Wu Yi suddenly stretched out her palm and made a gesture of pressing down, “Xiao Luan, this small Ziyang Prefecture is unworthy of a river’s true god to punish herself with wine. Huang Chu, how are you managing this prefecture? If Xiao Luan doesn’t come to visit, wouldn’t you take the initiative to pay a visit to the Water God’s Mansion? You need the River God’s wife to come see you personally? I see that your prefecture lord’s airs are comparable to the Hong Dynasty Emperor. Quickly, what are you standing there for? Take the initiative to offer Madam River God a cup of wine. Forget it, Huang Chu, you can punish yourself with three cups.”

Without another word, Huang Chu faced Madam Xiao Luan and drank three cups of wine in a row.

A heavy atmosphere of utter silence descended within the Snow Vast Hall.

Xiao Luan continued to hold the cup of wine she had no opportunity to drink. After bending down and placing the cup down, she made a peculiar move. She picked up two jars of wine from the tables of the two old men and Sun Dengxian on either side, placing them in front of herself. With the three jars of wine aligned, she picked up one of them, uncovered the mud seal, and holding the jar, which probably contained three jin of wine, she said to Wu Yi, “The White Egret River Water God’s Mansion has drunk Prefecture Lord Huang’s three cups of wine as a toast. This is because the Ziyang Prefecture is magnanimous and doesn’t quibble with a woman like Xiao Luan. However, I also want to drink three jars of wine as punishment, to apologize to the Cave Spirit Yuanjun, and at the same time, I wish Yuanjun will advance to the Upper Five Realms soon and Ziyang Prefecture will establish its sect!”

Next, Xiao Luan deliberately suppressed the operation of her golden body, equivalent to withdrawing the White Egret River Water God’s cultivation, and temporarily used the body of an ordinary, pure martial artist, in one breath, drank the entire three jars of wine.

Xiao Luan’s face was flushed red. She raised the wine jar three times, tilting her head back to drink. Inevitably, some of the wine was spilled, slightly soaking the front of her chest on her magnificent palace attire. She turned her head away and reached out to cover her mouth.

Pei Qian opened her mouth wide, looking at the heroic woman in the distance. If it were her, not to mention three jars of wine, even a small jar of flower fruit brew, she couldn’t swallow.

She quickly felt for her wine cup and poured herself a cup of fruit brew, preparing to calm her nerves.

Chen Ping’an chuckled softly to Pei Qian, “That’s about enough.”

Wu Yi, taking another look at Chen Ping’an, narrowed her eyes. She then looked towards the White Egret River Water God who still dared not sit down, and nodded, “The toast has been drunk, the punishment has also been drunk, very good. Those who aren’t family don’t enter the same home. From now on, your Water God’s Mansion and our Ziyang Prefecture can be considered half relatives. Remember to visit often during festivals. But I will remind Madam Xiao Luan once more, you have this opportunity today thanks to Master Chen, shouldn’t you show some appreciation?”

That Madam Xiao Luan was obviously already quite uncomfortable, breathing rapidly, resulting in a picturesque view of undulating peaks. Still, she smiled and said, “It should be so, then I will drink another jar. Just like the Cave Spirit Yuanjun said, the opportunity is rare, let’s not return until we’re drunk! Fine days, beautiful scenery, and heroic figures with fine wine, I, Xiao Luan, dare not disappoint any of them, but I hope that if I behave inappropriately after being drunk, Yuanjun won’t laugh…”

As she spoke, Xiao Luan picked up another jar of wine, her fingers, which were uncovering the mud seal, were already trembling slightly.

After Chen Ping’an stood up, holding a wine cup, he looked at the White Egret River Water God’s wife holding a jar of wine by the door, and then looked down at his own wine cup. He suddenly turned to look at Wu Yi in the main seat, and smiled, “Yuanjun, my alcohol tolerance is average, how about Madam River God and I both drink only a cup? Otherwise, I drink a cup, but Madam River God drinks a jar, in terms of both reason and etiquette, I can’t hold my ground, lest I dare not visit Madam River God when passing by the Water God’s Mansion again after disturbing Ziyang Prefecture.”

Wu Yi’s eyes were deep and thoughtful. Shaking the wine pot, she smiled and said, “Master Chen, that won’t do. Xiao Luan toasts me with three jars of wine, but only drinks a cup with you, how can that be? That’s too unreasonable. What, Master Chen, are you feeling sympathetic? In that case, it’s a coincidence, wine can be a matchmaker. Our Madam Xiao Luan has been single for many years, Master Chen is a dragon among men…”

Chen Ping’an quickly interrupted Wu Yi’s increasingly nonsensical words, picked up a jar of wine, opened the mud seal, as if begging Wu Yi for mercy, and said, “Yuanjun, I can’t win against you in words, I also accept the punishment, half a jar of punishment wine, the remaining half jar will be my return toast to Madam River God.”

Wu Yi suddenly burst out laughing.

Therefore, the Snow Vast Hall resounded once again with booming, hearty laughter.
Facing the main seat, Chen Ping’an downed half a flagon of wine in one gulp, then turned to Madam Xiao Luan, raising the remaining half flagon high, “A toast to the River God!”

Madam Xiao Luan once again drained her cup.

This time, she disregarded all decorum and etiquette, hurriedly taking her seat and turning her head away, pressing her arm hard against her mouth.

After the brief spectacle, the banquet returned to its lively atmosphere.

One after another, the colorfully dressed female cultivators bustled about.

Some had already left their seats, toasting each other back and forth.

After all, this time, Fifth Realm cultivators from the Purple Sun Mansion had gathered, many having traveled from nearby cultivation caves to attend. Cultivation in the Observing Sea and Dragon Gate realms particularly emphasized perseverance. These were truly those who had entered the hall of cultivation, often not seeing each other for decades, even scores of years. If one reached the legendary Nascent Soul Realm, they would become reclusive like dragons hidden in the clouds.

A maidservant bent over, gently patting Madam Xiao Luan’s back, only to be shaken off. The maidservant quickly withdrew her hand, silent as a cicada in winter.

Madam Xiao Luan, her eyes blurred with intoxication, appeared even more captivatingly beautiful, radiant and dazzling. She softly said to Sun Dengxian, “Dengxian, why not go and have a drink with your friend?”

Sun Dengxian looked troubled.

Madam Xiao Luan, perhaps due to intoxication, was very different from her usual dignified and elegant self. At this moment, she even seemed to possess a touch of a coquettish woman, looking at Sun Dengxian with a pitiful gaze.

Sun Dengxian felt somewhat helpless. He only held respect for this River God, with no other thoughts. But which hero in the world could remain unmoved by the enchanting sight of a beauty furrowing her brow and casting alluring glances?

Sun Dengxian could only nod, rising with his cup, intending to toast Chen Ping’an.

Sun Dengxian was just that kind of stubborn character. If he didn’t know that Chen Ping’an was a top-tier honored guest of the Purple Sun Mansion, a VIP that even the old ancestor Wu Yi had to curry favor with, and merely remembered him as a young wandering swordsman of the Third or Fourth Realm from their past encounters in the martial world, then since they had met again in the martial world, even if Chen Ping’an didn’t come to toast him, Sun Dengxian would have taken the initiative to find him for a drink and a few words. But now, Sun Dengxian felt awkward and lost all his heroic spirit.

Sun Dengxian froze.

He saw the young man in white, carrying a sword, accompanied by a bouncing, lively, dark-skinned…

…girl.

Chen Ping’an walked up to Sun Dengxian, “Hero Sun, a toast to you.”

Although Sun Dengxian had been hesitant earlier, now that Chen Ping’an had come, he was still somewhat pleased and felt honored. It was rare to have such a small moment of comfort during this suffocating and frustrating trip to the Purple Sun Mansion. Sun Dengxian smiled and stood facing Chen Ping’an, clinking their cups and each drinking their wine. As they clinked glasses, Chen Ping’an slightly lowered his cup. Sun Dengxian felt that this was inappropriate and lowered his as well. Unexpectedly, Chen Ping’an lowered his even further, and Sun Dengxian finally stopped trying to match him.

After finishing his cup of wine, Sun Dengxian, who had been drinking alone and feeling melancholic tonight, and was already slightly tipsy, blurted out some words that had been on the tip of his tongue, “Chen Ping’an, where did you learn these etiquette rules from? So vulgar! Besides, I don’t deserve such courtesy.”

Madam Xiao Luan had already stood up, and the two friends of the Water God’s Mansion, including the old man, were somewhat speechless at Sun Dengxian’s informal behavior.

Chen Ping’an’s eyes were bright, “Hero Sun, you deserve it!”

Sun Dengxian chuckled, “Is it just because I captured a fox spirit? Is that why you remember it so fondly?”

Chen Ping’an didn’t say the heartfelt words about the feelings of brotherhood. He simply picked up a flagon of wine from a nearby table, poured a cup for himself, and filled Sun Dengxian’s, smiling, “The path of life is narrow, but the wine cup is wide! Let’s have another one, Hero Sun!”

The two again drained their cups of fine wine in one gulp. Sun Dengxian laughed heartily, “Good lad, you’re quite skilled at urging people to drink.”

Chen Ping’an smiled, his face already flushed from drinking a whole flagon of Old Jiaolong’s Drool, a wine with a potent after-effect.

He said goodbye to Sun Dengxian, without lingering for small talk or pleasantries.

He didn’t exchange a single word with the White Stork River God.

Before leaving, Chen Ping’an looked towards the main gate.

The steward, who could only stand outside the threshold, had been anxiously watching Chen Ping’an and Madam Xiao Luan’s interaction. Finally, after catching Chen Ping’an’s gaze, he immediately bowed his head obsequiously.

Chen Ping’an smiled and raised his empty cup, before returning to his original seat.

The steward, who had been in a state of fear for so long, was so moved by this gesture that he almost burst into tears.

Madam Xiao Luan sat in her seat, lowered her head, gently wiping the wine stains from her clothes, and softly exhaled a breath of stale air and wine fumes.

What was even more terrifying than drinking endless rounds of punitive wine was that you wanted to drink hundreds of pounds of punitive wine, but the other party wouldn’t even give you the chance to raise your cup for two or three ounces.

The maidservant watched the young man’s receding figure, and after some thought, felt a sense of gratitude.

Pei Qian tilted her head, curiously asking, “That old man, he can be quite a snob, sigh, doesn’t Master get angry?”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “What’s there to be angry about?”

Pei Qian whispered, “Master is thinking of Hero Sun and the others, right?”

Chen Ping’an slapped her on the head, “You’re so clever.”

With only a few steps left to their seats, Pei Qian grabbed Chen Ping’an’s gentle hand. Chen Ping’an asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”

Pei Qian grinned, “I want to soak up some of my good Master’s immortal and martial world aura.”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “That’s right, where else can you find a Master who lets you sponge off them all the time?”

Pei Qian asked cautiously, “Master, can I have just a tiny bit of Old Jiaolong’s Drool? It smells so good, I’m dying of craving.”

Chen Ping’an asked, “What do you think?”

Pei Qian nodded, “I think I can drink just a small cup, I also want ‘the path of life is narrow, but the wine cup is wide’.”

Chen Ping’an pinched her ear, throwing her onto her unique seat on the small embroidered stool at the small table, “Drink your fruit brew.”

Just as Chen Ping’an was about to sit down, Wu Yi walked down from the main seat and came before him. She waved her hand, signaling the momentarily quieted Snow Vast Hall to continue drinking. Once the banquet returned to its clamor,

Wu Yi asked in a silent voice transmission, “Young Master Chen, have you perhaps slain many of the Jiaolong kind?”

Chen Ping’an shook his head.

During the Jiaolong Ravine battle, it wasn’t he who personally killed the Nascent Soul old Jiaolong.

Suddenly remembering the yellow eel demon on the border of the Great Spring Dynasty in Tongye Continent, which Chen Ping’an did kill from beginning to end, Chen Ping’an frowned and asked, “Has Your Excellency noticed something?”
Wu Yi, seeing Chen Ping’an shake his head, felt a twinge of displeasure. However, remembering those two family letters that held more sway than even imperial decrees, he patiently explained, “I wouldn’t presume to pry into Master Chen’s past, but I can tell that Master Chen carries a considerable amount of karmic burden.”

Chen Ping’an asked curiously, “How so?”

Wu Yi smiled, “Some demonic creatures, killing them brings merit, while killing others can burden you with karma. The Confucian scholars have always been vague about these unusual rules, so Master Chen might not be aware of them.”

Chen Ping’an asked directly, “Are there methods to resolve or dispel it?”

Wu Yi played coy, “No need to rush. You’ll be staying in Ziyang Prefecture for another day or two anyway. After you’ve sobered up, I’ll discuss it with you. Tonight, let’s just drink and avoid such dispiriting topics.”

All feasts must come to an end.

Wu Yi was the first to depart.

Chen Ping’an soon led Pei Qian and the others away from Snowdrift Hall, returning the way they came.

Pei Qian was still quite excited, not forgetting to grab the mountain-traveling staff. She hummed self-composed tunes all the way, filled with local idioms from Dragon Spring County that she had picked up from her master, “When the Thunder God sings a tune today, tomorrow’s rain won’t be much. When swallows fly low and snakes cross the road, when ants move their homes and mountains wear hats… when the moon grows fur, a heavy rain will wash the trenches. When the sky is filled with carp spots, tomorrow there’s no need to turn the grain while drying…”

She just wouldn’t quiet down.

Zhu Lian had heard this song so many times that his ears were calloused. He pleaded, “Young Lady Pei, please have mercy and spare my ears!”

Pei Qian sighed. Her mood was excellent tonight, so she decided to indulge the old cook. She dashed forward a few steps on the quiet path, waving the mountain-traveling staff, “Wild dogs running amok and jackals holding sway are what make the pugilistic world so treacherous, with everyone on edge. But I haven’t yet mastered peerless swordsmanship and saber skills. It’s my fault, all my fault!”

Zhu Lian kicked her in the rear.

Pei Qian stumbled a few steps, but still gracefully regained her footing. She turned her head angrily and demanded, “What was that for?”

Zhu Lian was about to tease her when he suddenly exclaimed, “Huh?” He looked up, reached out a hand, and asked, “Is it raining?”

Chen Ping’an hummed in agreement.

It was indeed beginning to drizzle.

The group quickened their pace, returning to the treasure pavilion.

Shi Rou, being a spirit, did not require sleep and stood guard on the first floor.

Zhu Lian and Pei Qian stayed on the second and third floors respectively.

Chen Ping’an stood alone in the corridor on the fourth floor. The rain was light tonight.

He practiced walking stances in the corridor for half an hour, dispelling the alcohol’s influence.

Chen Ping’an then returned to his room to sleep, his sleep shallow, as he was, after all, in Ziyang Prefecture with its unpredictable master, Wu Yi.

Late in the night, a gentle knock suddenly sounded at the door.

Chen Ping’an dressed and rose, opening the door to see someone he would have never expected.

The White Egret River Water God, Madam Xiao Luan.

Her expression was complicated, even shy, hesitant to speak. It seemed she had even changed into an even more flattering dress. She turned her head, biting her lip, mustered her courage, and murmured, “Master Chen…”

Chen Ping’an slammed the door shut.