Diao Chan had only taken a few steps and stopped when she saw a black dog as big as a tiger rush out from in front of the peach blossom forest, with a little girl sitting on it.
Suddenly, her beautiful pupils widened.
Because she saw a handsome man dressed in white, with a dignified appearance, a straight nose, bright eyes, a face like jade, and a fresh and elegant demeanor.
She had never seen such a handsome man before.
He was enveloped in mist, ethereal and otherworldly, seemingly a celestial being from heaven.
Wait, he floated over, stepping on the black dog's tail.
Is this martial art called "lightness skill" or "dog-floating"?
Did such martial arts exist in the Eastern Han Dynasty?
She was slightly distracted, but quickly regained her composure, gave a polite bow, and said:
"Young master, may I ask why my daughter is here?"
Li Ming gazed at her; her cherry-red lips parted slightly, her face was as beautiful as a flower and as lovely as the moon, she was intelligent and beautiful, and her eyes held a faint charm. She was a beauty that could topple kingdoms and cities, a woman of unparalleled charm, a beauty that could shame the moon and put the flowers to shame.
With such appearance, extraordinary temperament, and impeccable manners, and without any panic at the sight of an unfamiliar place, she is definitely not an ordinary person.
Li Ming jumped down from the dog's tail and casually said a few words to him, without answering why she was there. In fact, the people who appeared in Yunmeng Sect all originated from themselves.
They come here because they have some subjective need.
Li Ming would often help them because it would also benefit him; it was a win-win situation.
"Miss, why don't we go to the pavilion for a chat?" Li Ming gestured for them to join him.
The girl was neither humble nor arrogant, slowly following beside Li Ming, always two steps behind.
Li Ming could tell she had received professional training, and asked him his name: "May I ask your name, young lady?"
"My daughter's name is Diao Chan."
"Diao Chan!" Upon hearing the name, Li Ming stopped in his tracks, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind: "My Diao Chan is on my waist."
"May I ask your name, sir?"
"Li Ming."
"Young Master Li, hello. I am a rather uncouth woman. Please forgive me if I am not polite enough."
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