A faint, fresh fragrance wafted over.
Jiang Chen looked at Murong Xiangming. The woman obviously knew who he was.
He stood up and greeted her politely.
"Please, sit."
Murong Xiangming gestured for Jiang Chen to sit.
She sat down as well, her elegant posture so flawless one couldn't find a single fault.
"May I have your name, miss?"
Although he could see that Murong Xiangming's Cultivation was at the Sixth Level of Martial Master, placing her among the top experts in all of Hanwu City, he acted very nonchalantly.
He was only asking for her name out of politeness.
"Hehe, how remiss of me. My name is Murong Xiangming."
Murong Xiangming smiled, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.
Her attitude, her speech, her every action—it was all as pleasant and comfortable as being in the presence of a goddess.
"Murong Xiangming?"
'That name sounds so familiar.'
Jiang Chen was quite surprised upon hearing her name.
He studied her carefully.
