"Oh, then I must thank Young Master Gu. Otherwise, your daughter would have been bullied by an old man," Murong Xuelan said pitifully.

"What?" The cold and beautiful face of the woman in palace attire paled instantly. She quickly grabbed Murong Xuelan's wrist and breathed a sigh of relief after a few breaths.

"Your daughter is fine. I scared that old man away," Gu Yan said, looking at the stunningly beautiful woman.

"On behalf of the Tianshan Sword Sect, I thank Young Master Gu. If you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, our sect will definitely do its utmost to help you," Lan Qingcheng said, her voice growing softer and softer.

She felt that the man in front of her was like a furnace, burning her with his gaze.

"I heard that all the martial arts sects have gathered on the mountain today. Would you be so kind as to show me the way?" Gu Yan asked, taking a few steps closer.

"Well, today is quite lively. Many fellow practitioners have given up the martial arts competition and instead held an exchange meeting. There are many rare herbs, minerals and pills available."

"If Young Master Gu has any needs, I will do my best to fulfill them, as a way of thanking you for saving me," Lan Qingcheng said, her voice beautiful, gentle, clear, and charming.

"Try your best to satisfy?" Gu Yan raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Young Master Gu, please don't misunderstand. I was referring to those pills," Lan Qingcheng said in a panic, a hint of shyness on her stunningly beautiful face.

Murong Xuelan looked at her mother in surprise.

You should know that even her own father rarely gives her a kind look.

These expressions were unlike anything she had ever seen before.

So he went up the mountain with suspicion.