That night.

Shen Xiaoyue, dressed in a Western-style princess dress, stood at the bustling entrance of the manor, looking around.

Her face was full of anticipation.

"I've been waiting for this day for so long, and I can finally see Mr. Lin again."

Thinking of this, she suddenly blushed.

"Oh dear! What am I thinking about?"

“I even invited the God of War, which shows I have no ulterior motives.”

"That's right, it's just to thank him in person for saving my life."

Shen Xiaoyue stood alone at the door, feeling anxious and uncertain.

Not far away, Shen Potian and his younger brother Shen Tianyun exchanged a glance, sensing each other's thoughts.

Shen Tianyun gave a bitter laugh.

"My little sister is destined to be disappointed."

"After all, someone like Mr. Lin is not someone we can get close to."

Even Shen Tianyun felt somewhat inferior.

Shen Potian was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Who can say for sure about matters of the heart?"

Just then.

Finally, a black sedan with its license plate covered drove up to the entrance of Shen Family Manor.

Lin Jinglong and Wu Yuehan got off the car at the same time.

The two were a perfect match, and the assembled prominent families of Kyoto outside couldn't help but admire them upon seeing Lin Jinglong and his companion.

"Whose young master and young lady are these? They're so handsome!"

"They are a perfect match!"

As the crowd gasped in amazement.

"Beep!"

A piercing horn blared.

Several luxury Rolls-Royces pulled up from the other end of the street, and a few young men in suits got out. The one in the lead, wearing a silver suit, straightened his tie as he got out of the car.

His face was also very oily.

He wore an arrogant expression.

"Yaolin, I hope that Miss Shen is really as beautiful as you say, otherwise you're just wasting my time by coming all the way from South Korea."

There was also a young man in a black suit standing nearby.

He bowed respectfully beside her, acting like a sycophant, and immediately said, "Young Master Jin, you can rest assured, Miss Shen is unparalleled in Kyoto, both in terms of appearance and status..."

"etc!"

Jin Shao suddenly widened his eyes.

His gaze fell on Wu Yuehan.

"Is she the Miss Shen you mentioned?"

"Her? That seems to be the Spirit Warrior Goddess of the Northwest Dragon Soul Army!"

"Mars?"

Jin Shao's eyes gleamed with a wolfish light.

He licked his lips, grabbed Li Yaolin's shoulder, and said quickly, "Since you know her, introduce her to me. I'm going to get her tonight!"

Li Yaolin turned his head to look over.

Wu Yuehan was dressed in an evening gown, exuding both elegance and charm, with a touch of youthful innocence. Her figure and appearance were both exceptional.

Especially the glimpse of white legs on one side of the skirt made his mouth water.

"Don't worry, Young Master Jin. My Li family has some influence in Kyoto. The Spirit Martial God of War is ultimately working for the Elders' Council. My uncle is even the Secretary-General of the Elders' Council!"

Li Yaolin invited Jin Shao to the manor.

Shen Xiaoyue greeted Lin Jinglong, and when she looked at Wu Yuehan, her eyes showed a hint of amazement.

"Sister Wu, you're so beautiful!"

"Really? I'm not used to wearing this."

Wu Yuehan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said.

Shen Xiaoyue looked at Lin Jinglong again, her face slightly flushed, and said, "Let's go in first, the banquet is about to begin."

The Shen Potian brothers also came to greet them.

"Master Lin, my master will also be coming tonight. He said that a day without seeing you feels like three autumns."

"This Hunyuan senior brother is really something..."

Lin Jinglong rubbed his forehead, looking helpless.

Just as he and Wu Yuehan entered the manor in a high-profile manner, surrounded by the younger generation of the Shen family.

Several pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

The young master from the Kim family in South Korea grabbed the shoulder of his lackey, Li Yaolin.

"Who is that kid?"

With Wu Yuehan on one side and Shen Xiaoyue on the other, having two beauties serving him at the same time would make any man envious.

Li Yaolin was not skilled in martial arts; he was just a spoiled young master and naturally did not know Lin Jinglong.

"I know all the rich young masters in Kyoto, he must be a country bumpkin from out of town!"

Li Yaolin snorted coldly.

Jin Shao, who was standing next to him, frowned.

"A country bumpkin from out of town? Who are you talking about?"

"Huh? Of course not, Mr. Jin. After all, you are the heir to the top conglomerate in South Korea, the Shangxing Group!"

Li Yaolin realized he had misspoke and apologized repeatedly.

Just as the two were whispering to each other, a red-haired maid who was setting up the venue in the manor also glanced at Lin Jinglong.

As a Martial Venerable at the Great Perfection stage, and proficient in various assassination techniques, she twitched her fingers slightly as she watched that figure's back.

Her bloodlust grew stronger, and a clear greedy desire appeared on her charming and delicate face.

"That's him? Aside from being handsome, he seems quite ordinary!"

The female assassin, Red Scorpion, licked her lips.

She quickly caught up with Lin Jinglong.

Inside the manor hall.

More than a hundred representatives from Kyoto's elite families have gathered and are talking with the patriarch, Shim Seok-fu.

Lin Jinglong was invited to a bar.

Just as Shen Xiaoyue was about to speak, several people rushed over from behind, and Li Yaolin, who was in the lead, spoke up.

"Xiaoyue, let me introduce you. This is Jin Junmin, the heir to the Shangxing Group. He's in Kyoto to discuss an investment deal worth over 100 billion!"

Li Yaolin said arrogantly.

Kim Junmin also revealed what he thought was a handsome smile, casually flicking his thick bangs, but his greasy face made Shen Xiaoyue frown.

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