Chapter 12 The White-Robed Sword Immortal, the Proactive Sikong Qianluo!
After leaving the courtyard, Jiang Che leisurely made his way toward the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion.
Along the way, disciples and servants of Snow Moon City greeted him continuously.
“Greetings, Fourth City Lord...”
“Greetings, Fourth Master! I’m your fan!”
“Greetings, Fourth City Lord...”
A group of disciples looked at Jiang Che with eyes full of admiration.
Word of the duel earlier that afternoon had already spread across Snow Moon City. Everyone knew that a powerful new Fourth City Lord had arrived.
Some enthusiastic individuals even bestowed upon Jiang Che the title of ‘White-Robed Sword Immortal’. It wouldn’t be long before this name resonated throughout Beili, perhaps even the entire Jiuzhou continent!
After all, in this world, strength reigned supreme. Power commanded respect wherever one went.
Moreover, Jiang Che’s demeanor was approachable, his appearance graceful, and his features handsome, easily winning over the female disciples.
Jiang Che responded to the greetings with a light smile and quick nods as he strode toward the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion.
“Wow, the Fourth City Lord smiled at me!”
“Fourth City Lord, I want to have your children!”
...
Upon arriving at the main hall, Jiang Che was warmly invited to take a seat by Sikong Changfeng. Beside him were Bai Li Dongjun, Yin Luoxia, and others.
Li Hanyi, as always, didn’t participate in such banquets and wasn’t present tonight.
Sikong Qianluo, Tang Lian, and other disciples of Snow Moon City sat not far away.
It was evident that Sikong Changfeng valued Jiang Che’s inclusion highly. Nearly all of Snow Moon City’s disciples and elders who could attend were present tonight—dozens of elders and hundreds of disciples.
Moreover, Jiang Che chose not to use his Five Elements Spiritual Energy to dispel the effects of the alcohol. After all, that would take away the fun of drinking.
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The next morning, Jiang Che groggily rose from bed. After freshening up, he stepped out of his bedroom, only to see Sikong Qianluo sitting in the main hall.
“Miss Sikong, what brings you here?”
Jiang Che sat across from Sikong Qianluo, casually pouring himself a cup of tea. He couldn’t hide his curiosity.
The tea was warm, evidently just replaced by the servants earlier that morning.
“Heehee, Brother Jiang, I brought you some soup!”
“Could you stop calling me ‘Miss Sikong’? Just call me Qianluo, okay?”
Sikong Qianluo lifted the basket she had placed on the dining table, a pout on her face revealing her dissatisfaction.
“All right, then I’ll call you Qianluo from now on.”
Jiang Che chuckled, nodding with a playful expression.
No act of unsolicited kindness comes without ulterior motives!
Though he and Sikong Qianluo weren’t particularly close, her sudden attentiveness was enough for Jiang Che to discern her intentions.
“Heehee, I made this myself. Brother Jiang, try it!”
“You’re the first person to taste my cooking—even my father hasn’t had this privilege!”
Hearing Jiang Che change his address for her, Sikong Qianluo finally broke into a smile.
Giggling, she handed him a bowl of hangover soup she had prepared earlier, her eyes brimming with anticipation.
Jiang Che suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.
But faced with Sikong Qianluo’s expectant gaze, he didn’t want to disappoint her. Gritting his teeth, he took a sip of the soup...