"Uncle Yan, this is Qing He, and this is Qing Ping. They're from Guangcheng Palace on Ancient Kongtong Mountain. They're on our side, so don't worry."
After a pause, he introduced them in turn.
"This is Uncle Yan, Yan Huang, the chairman of Longque Technology. And this is Xiaoyan, Uncle Yan's daughter."
Qing Ping and Qing He exchanged a wary glance, then both gave Yan Huang a slight bow, which he returned.
They all sat down, and as they made small talk, the atmosphere gradually relaxed.
Xiaoyan, meanwhile, sat practically glued to Lu Xuan's side. Her eyes curved into crescents, her smile threatening to spill over. Lu Xuan was whispering something to her, his own smile just as gentle.
Seeing this sappy display, Yan Huang felt his teeth start to ache. He shot Lu Xuan an unfriendly look, only to realize that the True Immortal named Qing Ping was now giving him a hostile glare in return.
