The flying sword was violently flicked away.
A dashing young man, dressed in a moon-white robe and holding a paper fan, appeared beside the woman, looking every bit the elegant gentleman.
It turned out to be that pretty boy, Liu Xunhua.
Liu Xunhua gracefully folded his paper fan, brushed his robe, and said with a light laugh, "I've long heard that Jiang Shouzhong always cares for beauties. How could he bear to be so cruel to such a stunning lady?"
"Ha, Immortal, finally willing to show yourself?"
Jiang Shouzhong slightly narrowed his eyes, with a cold gleam faintly flashing within his pupils.
Liu Xunhua shook his head with a smile, speaking in a relaxed tone:
"How could I dare to be called Immortal? I'm just a little minion summoned by the Immortal to convey a message for him. My visit might be presumptuous, but I have something to discuss with Brother Jiang."
Liu Xunhua paused, his slender peach blossom eyes scrutinizing Jiang Shouzhong's expression, then continued slowly:
