Sister Jiang Qiulan stood still, not making a move.
Qingfeng Zhenren sighed, then descended from the air and politely nodded at Jiang Qiulan, "Miss, this way, please."
"Thank you."
Jiang Qiulan nodded slightly and followed him down the mountain.
Only when they reached the foot of the mountain did Qingfeng stealthily glance upwards and transmitted his voice, "Don't mind her, that mad old woman always thinks she's the only true inheritor of our master, clinging to that token all day long, flaunting her status as the eldest sister."
"Just keep a calm mind later. Whatever master asks you, just speak the truth. She wasn't really scolding you just now, she was just saving some face for that mad old woman."
With that, Qingfeng smiled encouragingly.
Jiang Qiulan was taken aback and before she could respond, she suddenly sensed another surge of spiritual pressure from the peak, mercilessly striking the young man.
"Pfft!"
Qingfeng Zhenren's entire body flew sideways through the air.
