Ten Thousand Swords Manor.
The path to the mountain.
When the welcoming disciple heard the source of the voice, he hurriedly looked up and saw a noble young master dressed in gold and jade sitting in a pavilion on the mountainside, elegantly fanning a white jade fan.
Beside him sat a burly man. Although there was a calm expression on his face, it could not hide his domineering aura.
Four beautiful women surrounded the two of them.
The few of them seemed to be reciting poems, trying their best to express the elegance of this spring.
The welcoming disciple hurriedly left Xia Ji behind and ran forward to pay his respects. ""Greetings, Young Master Zheng, Young Master Ma. The VIP seats in the manor have already been reserved for the two of you. Why don't the two of you come up the mountain with me?"
The noble young master looked at Xia Ji and glanced at the beauties around him and the burly man. Then, he suddenly burst into laughter, and the others followed suit.
