She lifted her head slightly, her voice growing even softer and sweeter. "My name is Lianxing, sir. If you need anything while in the manor, or simply wish for someone to talk with... you... you may call for me at any time."
With that, she gave a hurried bow, turned, and departed, leaving behind the alluring sight of her slender, retreating figure.
Chen Qing's expression remained calm and placid, as if he hadn't even heard her soft, suggestive words. He stepped into the main hall.
Instantly, he felt dozens of gazes converge upon him.
The hall was already filled with people, the air alive with the clinking of cups and the melodious sounds of strings and flutes.
The most exceptional talents of Yunlin Prefecture's younger generation—the "Five Heroes and Seven Talents"—had nearly all gathered here.
As Chen Qing's gaze swept across the room, he saw many familiar faces.
Nie Shanshan and Yan Yaoyang of his own Wutai Sect were already present.
