"No need to be so polite."
Qingmei waved her hand and said, "It's a few days later than the time on your letter, but you finally arrived."
An Jing scrutinized the old, pedantic man before him, thinking how completely different he was from the proud and devious Tan Yun.
In comparison, he still preferred Tan Yun's personality. This old man looked extremely serious at first glance.
"I was visiting some friends, so I was delayed." Li Fuzhou cupped his fists and then looked at An Jing, asking, "Is this An Jing, the young master?"
An Jing also cupped his fists and smiled, "An Jing, pleased to meet you."
Li Fuzhou nodded, but secretly frowned, thinking: As expected, he has no inner strength at all. The Sect Hierarch has truly taken a liking to him; this is indeed unlucky for the Demon Sect.
