Two individuals arrived at the small parlor.
When Xu Xuanjin caught sight of them, he was initially taken aback.
One, a wealthy Banished Immortal; the other, a poor beauty capable of toppling nations.
Both possessed an impressive appearance; walking side by side, they resembled a painting, so exquisite it made one fear to look directly at them.
Quickly standing up, Xu Xuanjin, though well-traveled and accustomed to grandeur, still felt nervous.
He greeted them with clasped fists and a bow, "Greetings... greetings…"
"There's no need for such formality, Xu Gongzi!" Xie Zhinuan was the first to speak, "Please, have a seat!"
"Ah, right!" Xu Xuanjin hurriedly accepted.
Li Hengyi did not speak and took his place in the seat of honor, while Xie Zhinuan considered for a moment before sitting beside him, directly across from Xu Xuanjin.
The maid brought over tea.
