The Xianjian Sect's mountain gate is vast and boundless, with a total of hundreds of peaks, and the Wutian Lake is located in the center of the sect.

Lu Qing'an rode the wind and stood high in the sky overlooking the lake. He saw that the lake was even more vast than the Erhai Lake he had seen in his previous life.

In the center of Wutan Lake, there is a stone pavilion.

Tong Jing told him that he should wait for Du Feng's arrival in this pavilion.

To show his sincerity, he arrived an hour early, only to find two people already waiting in the stone pavilion.

It was Du Weiwei and a handsome, elegant and handsome middle-aged man.

Looking closely, one can find that the middle-aged man's eyebrows and eyes are quite similar to Du Weiwei.

"I was thinking of arriving an hour early and waiting patiently, but I didn't expect these two people, father and daughter, to arrive even faster than me..."

Lu Qing'an sighed inwardly, then rode the wind down.

When he flew close to the stone pavilion, he heard a burst of elegant piano music floating into his ears.

Du Weiwei, seemingly bored by the wait, began to play the guqin. The sound was melodious and graceful, like the sound of a spring in a deep valley.

Lu Qing'an savored it for a moment and nodded slightly.

Du Weiwei deserves to be called an "all-round talent" and is indeed proficient in everything.

Lu Qing'an flew down from the stone pavilion and immediately bowed to the two of them, following the etiquette of a disciple meeting his elders.

"Greetings to the Grand Elder and Senior Sister Weiwei. Sorry to have kept you waiting."

In front of Du Feng, he could no longer call Du Weiwei "fellow Taoist".

I need to use a more friendly name.

Du Feng's black hair fluttered in the wind, his expression was gentle, his eyes fell on Lu Qing'an, and a faint smile was already on the corner of his mouth.

"No need to be so polite, we just arrived."

Du Feng's voice was like a spring breeze, elegant and friendly, just like a graceful scholar.

Lu Qing'an nodded with a smile and walked into the stone pavilion.

Du Weiwei stopped playing the piano and her eyes fell on Lu Qingan. The corners of her lips curled up slightly. She stood up and pointed to the side next to her and said, "Daoyou, come and sit here."

Du Feng looked at his daughter. The way she looked at Lu Qing'an was completely different from the way she usually looked at other men. There was a bit more gentleness and joy in her eyes, which made him dazed for a moment.

Therefore, when he looked at Lu Qing'an, his eyes were filled with exploration and deep thought.