The young woman wore a violet dress with a design of scattered flower petals. Her shoulders seemed as if they were carved by blades, and she possessed a slender waist and a jade white and smooth face. She was beautiful, pure, and gentle, and she was extremely striking as she walked gracefully from the depths of the passageway.

She was precisely that young woman, Ling Qingmo, that gave Chen Xi the impression that she was forgetful and had an explosive temper.

She seemed to be slightly irritable, and her ink black and beautiful brows were knit together. She puckered her pink little mouth as she muttered some strange things while walking. “What’s the point in watching a group of geezers boast, it’s so boring…”

When she passed by Chen Xi, she actually didn’t notice Chen Xi existed at all, and she only stopped abruptly when she brushed past him. She tilted her head and couldn’t help but cry out in pleasant surprise when she saw Chen Xi’s appearance clearly. “Hey, it’s you!”

Chen Xi nodded with a smile. “We meet again.” 

At this moment, the door to a VIP room in the depths of the passageway was suddenly opened up. The grey haired Daoist Ling walked out before he raised his head to look at Ling Qingmo, and his face sank instantly as he berated. “Qingmo! You left just like that! Don’t be too rude!”

Ling...