The visitor was the old Valley Master's junior sister who had left Fengbo Valley after getting married in her early years. Her son was the same age as Song Xiwei. She returned to Fengbo Valley this time to pay her respects after learning about the old Valley Master's passing. Her other purpose was that her son wanted to join Fengbo Valley.

The matter of Song Xiwei cultivating a new valley master had already been widely publicized.

Although she was the Valley Master entrusted with the care of the old Valley Master, she was, after all, an outsider. Her temporary appointment as Valley Master was only temporary. She was quite satisfied with her ordinary yet fulfilling life in Peak Wave Valley.

But she knew very well that every day like this was one less day she could have.

Whether it's her or Aoqian, they are destined to be extraordinary people, and no one can predict what kind of bloodshed and turmoil the future will bring.

At this moment, she was going to the reception room to meet the old Valley Master's junior sister and one of the candidates for the new Valley Master.

Aoqian's attention was always on Song Xiwei.

When Song Xiwei was about to sit down, Aoqian would move the chair in front of her and promptly refill the hot tea beside her.

These tasks should have been done by specialists, but Aoqian, being in a convenient position, managed to do everything smoothly and easily.

Song Xiwei didn't seem to mind, probably because she was used to it. She drank the water that Aoqian had poured as a matter of course, occasionally commenting, "The tea is a bit too strong."

Aoqian would immediately prepare a fresh pot of tea.

Xiao Zhuang had probably seen it all before, so he wasn't surprised anymore.

But Ruoliao found it very unacceptable.

She watched helplessly as her idol, the young lord, served her with utmost devotion, trying to please everyone, practically worshipping Song Xiwei as a deity.

However, Song Xiwei felt that Aoqian was too close and shoved him twice in disgust.

As for Aoqian, he would only take one step back when Song Xiwei pushed him, and afterwards he would still stick to Song Xiwei's side, not angry with her at all.

To Ruoliao, these things were simply heartbreaking.

In her memory, Aoqian was a demon who was invincible and feared by all. He was a proud son of heaven, unruly and untamable, and no one could tame him or make him bow his head.

But now, this young lord whom I have admired for so many years is being so cautious and timid with another person.

Ruoliao's eyes were a little moist. Although she had seen too many of Aoqian's hands-on actions for Song Xiwei during this period, the more she saw, the more she suspected that Aoqian was being controlled by Song Xiwei to do such strange things.

What should she do?

Should we ask Grandpa for help?

While Ruoliao was feeling lost and desperately trying to find a way out.

The old valley master's junior sister had already entered the reception room with her son.

A graceful woman, dressed in exquisite jade and emerald robes, was being helped by a similarly splendidly dressed young man as they walked towards them.

The two people look somewhat alike.

"Young Master Song, you've really gone to a lot of trouble these past few days." The woman addressed Song Xiwei as Young Master Song, implying that she did not acknowledge Song Xiwei's status as Valley Master.

Song Xiwei didn't think much of it, but Aoqian's face turned cold, and a chilling murderous aura emanated from him, which greatly alarmed Song Xiwei.

The man who had been so obedient to her just moments before had actually decided to kill her because of a single sentence from a strange woman.

She reached out and placed her hand on Aoqian's wrist, then shook her head at him.

He watched helplessly as the murderous aura around Ao Qian was gradually suppressed by him, but his eyes remained cold, and his voice when he spoke to her carried a hint of dissatisfaction: "That old woman is here to reap the benefits, can't you see that?"