Taoist Qingquan, dressed in light blue long skirt, had a face that required no makeup; her naturally gorgeous features were enough to attract anyone. Her brows were like a painting; her red lips were moderate like fine jade from a wealthy family.
True to her name, she emanated a clear-spring-like temperament: transparent and pure, naturally formed, with no coquettishness.
But this type of temperament made her stand out more, much like a fairy walking on the road to immortality.
Su Yu was entertaining three guests at the manor on Spiritual Mountain.
After reaching agreements with Taoist Shuhai about the exchange of magic symbols and the ratio of raw materials to finished products, the three started casual chatting. Taoist Qingquan went straight to the point and asked Su Yu about the previous incident involving the Chex Plume branch of Taixu Fairy Union.
Of course, Su Yu could not admit to this and sighed again and again.
