"How did Young Master Shen Xiu become involved with Lord Qingyuan? My benefactor... could it be that the mysterious cultivator who saved the County Lord that day was him?"
White Cloud Immortal suddenly felt a heart palpitation, as if she had glimpsed a corner of a vast conspiracy.
"Moreover, this person's actions are mad and unfathomable... Forget it, forget it, I am not a disciple of the Dragon Tiger Sect, nor should I confront the Fourth Prince for their sake."
White Cloud Immortal thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Since he is a friend of the County Lord, I shall take my leave first."
She arrived quickly and left quickly, like a white cloud drifting into the city below.
"So, the benefactor is named Zhong Shenxiu?"
Lord Qingyuan's big eyes fluttered, and she suddenly smiled, "May I invite you to Daoyuan Pavilion, so that Qingyuan can show a bit of hospitality?"
