Chapter 1341 Perhaps

"Smack!"

"Xie Zheng, how could you have become like this!"

Suddenly, Qi Yun stood up angrily, threw the wine cup in his hand on the table, shattering it into pieces. The women beside them were so frightened that they cried out and stood up, hiding to the side.

Xie Zheng remained unmoved, even leisurely picking up his chopsticks and taking a bite of the appetizer that looked very delicious.

Without looking up, he said in a gentle tone, "Please calm down, sir. I am just stating the facts."

The elegant and graceful woman sat down next to Xie Zheng and naturally picked up the wine pot to pour him wine.

"Lord Xie, it's rare for you to have time to come today. This young man looks familiar. Who is he to you? Why are you so angry? What's the matter?" She raised her slender hand, revealing her stunning profile. "Sir, why don't you sit down and talk? Is there any misunderstanding? Could you please explain it to Qin Yue?"

Wuyou stirred, wanting to rush over and see what was going on.

"Don't move, or you'll expose my identity." Song Chunxue checked her appearance again. Even though she was using the disguise veil given to her by Master Han, she used other methods to make her look completely different from her previous disguised face.

Aren't you angry? Aren't you jealous?

Judging from the reaction, Wuyou is angry and jealous.

Everyone appreciates beauty, and besides, I admire that woman; her figure and appearance are captivating, and every move she makes is mesmerizing. Why would I be angry?

Song Chunxue took a sip of tea and said to the girl beside her, "Bring me a pot of wine, Autumn Moon Brew."

To be honest, when I saw Xie Zheng again, I noticed how dazzling his red collar made him look healthy and his face didn't look old, except for his white hair.

At first, she didn't even see him; she only noticed his rich robe, which made him look dignified and noble, quite different from the Xie Zheng she knew.

That head of white hair was quite striking.

The girl next to him was quite accommodating, helping to serve the food and pour the drinks, and remained quiet without saying a word.

Song Chunxue sipped her wine, glancing at Xie Zheng every now and then before looking away. Watching the graceful dance of the girls downstairs, she found the experience truly unforgettable.

She couldn't help but think of Qi Yun who had appeared a few days ago, and finally couldn't resist asking Wu You, "Was the person who called me 'Master' that day, wearing Qi Yun's face?"

[...] Carefree silence.

Song Chunxue smiled and casually grabbed the hand of the girl next to her, "Let me read your palm."

She laughed as soon as she said it, realizing that she was becoming more and more like a middle-aged man.

"Don't think I shouldn't. Even if she's dead, she's still my master. But you two aren't Daoist partners. What good is it to rekindle your feelings? You still won't remember, will you?"

Qi Yun's excited voice still reached her ears.

Song Chunxue was puzzled as to why the two of them would argue in this place.

"I won't stop you from doing what you want, and I know I can't stop you. But you're currently enjoying great fortune and many beautiful women, and you still have time to come here and cause trouble?" Lord Xie poured him a cup of wine. "Why not relax and just let things take their course?"

"You must know something!" Qi Yun angrily flicked his sleeves. "Don't let me find out the truth, or I will not consider her feelings at all."

Xie Zheng smiled and said, "Okay, I'll be waiting."

Qi Yun turned and left, and Xie Zheng's impeccable smile slowly disappeared. Suddenly, he looked straight at them.

Song Chunxue paused slightly, then raised her wine cup and nodded at him from afar before turning her head to look elsewhere.

She came for evil cultivation.

The intense, sinister aura wafted from the north corridor, where two well-dressed men, no more than thirty years old, had their arms around the beautiful woman's shoulders, laughing and kissing her twice as they walked, their behavior utterly lewd.

Seeing this, Song Chunxue's eyes flashed with disgust, and she got up and followed.

"Please wait a moment, sir," Xie Zheng's voice came from behind, handing over a brocade pouch. "You've left something behind."

His probing gaze lingered on Song Chunxue. "Have we met before?"

A thought flashed through Song Chunxue's mind: Could it be that he felt a sense of déjà vu?

"Perhaps. I have other things to attend to, goodbye." Song Chunxue raised her hand and patted his shoulder. "Be careful."

The next moment, Xie Zheng saw the man in front of him run out of the gate like a gust of wind, his demeanor no different from that of a Taoist priest.