Inside the hall, Su Mi'er, who was prostrate on the ground, did not receive a response for a while. She couldn't help but secretly look up at the Celestial Master, but he was nowhere to be seen.
As soon as Xianji overheard Anle and He Yusheng's conversation, he had already floated outside the hall, leaving silently like a ghost.
Even Su Mier and the people kneeling on the ground didn't know when Xian Jiren left.
Green Branch cautiously glanced up, then looked up at the sky out of the corner of her eye. Seeing no one, she looked around with a look of surprise and doubt.
"Madam, where is the Celestial Master?" Green Branch asked weakly, wondering if the person she had just seen was just a figment of her imagination. It was impossible for the Celestial Master to grace her Yu Mansion with his presence.
Let alone coming here, it's almost impossible to even see the Celestial Master in person, because the Celestial Master rarely shows his face in public.
Only people from the royal family could actually meet the Celestial Master.
Moreover, most of the time, the royal family could not see the Celestial Master's people.
Therefore, the appearance of the Celestial Master was like a dream to everyone in the Yu Mansion.
An Dalin was still a bit dazed. He had never seen a portrait of the Celestial Master, so he naturally didn't know what the Celestial Master looked like. He was quite confused at the moment.
"Was that really the Celestial Master we just saw? Was that the Celestial Master from our Tianqi legends? Why would such a revered and divine being come to our residence?"
An Dalin's question left Su Mi'er at a loss for words; it was a question she herself had to answer.
How could a celestial being of such high status as the Celestial Master end up in her Feather Palace?
Even more questionable is that she doubts whether the person she met was really a Taoist master, and whether everything that just happened was just her imagination.
It feels so unreal.
The people in the hall were still in shock when Anle, who had just entered the gate, was blocked in the courtyard by the very Celestial Master who had caused such a sensation.
Anle was stunned when she saw the person blocking her way. This ethereal and otherworldly figure seemed... as if she had seen him somewhere before.
A thought flashed through my mind, and I immediately remembered the two mysterious people I had encountered in Baicheng.
Is this...is this the person I met in Baicheng?!
Anle was quite certain about the identity of the person in front of her. With such temperament, no, aura, it was hard to find anyone else. It could only be the person she met in the teahouse by Miaohu Lake in Baicheng.
Why is this person here? Startled, Anle's mind raced for a few moments before a question popped into her head. She looked at the silent person standing in front of her with suspicion.
Anle tilted her head, raised an eyebrow, and stared at the other person.
He Yusheng, who was standing next to An Le, tugged at An Le's sleeve and whispered in An Le's ear, "This person, I think we've seen him before. Back in Baicheng, do you remember those two people wearing veils at the Miaohu Teahouse? I think he looks a lot like the man in there."
Anle nodded, gave He Yusheng a look that said, "That's right, it's that guy," and then fixed her gaze on the stunningly beautiful Xianji in front of her.
This person gave her a feeling of coldness, indifference, and stillness, as well as a strange, indescribable feeling. His aura of Taoist immortality made him seem like someone who had lived for a very long time and was from ancient times.
It feels different from those charlatans who perform rituals and pretend to be spiritual mediums.
It really does feel quite realistic; the person has an ethereal quality, as if they are surrounded by a mystical aura and swirling mist.
Feeling a chill run down Anle's spine as the man stared intently at her, she couldn't help but take two steps back, distancing herself from Xianji.
I decided to take a detour.
She had barely taken two steps when the person in front of her, like a ghost, floated back in front of her and blocked her way.
But she instinctively didn't want to come into contact with such a dangerous person; he gave her a very dangerous feeling.
"Excuse me, sir, um... young master, could you please move aside?" The most important question was: how did this man appear out of nowhere, suddenly appearing right under their noses?
This is absolutely outrageous!
Xianji's eyelashes finally fluttered slightly. She lowered her eyes for a moment, then lifted them again. Her dark, bottomless eyes seemed much brighter than when she was scrutinizing people earlier.
"Little girl, we meet again."
Anle touched her nose and chuckled, "Look at what this young master is saying. We don't even know each other, yet he talks like we're old friends."
After saying that, Anle tried to slip away right under everyone's noses, but Xianji blocked her way again as if by magic.
Now Anle was certain that this man definitely possessed some skill similar to Duan Yu's Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) in TV dramas.
Otherwise, how could I always catch her in the act?
Anle took off running this time. She felt inexplicably uneasy in front of this man. Although she didn't know why she had this strange feeling, it was as if those dark, hollow eyes could see right through her.
"Why are you running, little girl? I came here specifically to see you."
He Yusheng glanced suspiciously at Xian Ji, then at An Le. "Yeah, why are you running away?" He acted as if he had done something wrong, even though he didn't recognize the man at all.
What this man said was even more inexplicable. What did he mean by coming here specifically to see Lele? Lele didn't know him, did she? Why was this man suddenly showing up to try and get close to her?
Sensing the strange atmosphere between the two, He Yusheng nudged An Le, "You don't know him, do you?"
Anle rolled her eyes and lazily uttered, "Don't know him."
"The doll doesn't recognize me, but I seem to know a little about the doll."
Upon hearing this, Anle was alarmed, her alarm bells ringing. She stared intently at Xianji's face, tilted her head back, and asked with a smile, "What do you mean by that, young master?"
Xianji seemed to think for a moment, then carefully recounted, "Before, in Baicheng Miaohu, the ancient trees of Miaohu disappeared, and now the Tang family in the capital has suffered divine retribution. Both of these things were done by you, Wawa."
Anle's expression suddenly changed again, and she could no longer smile. She looked around and breathed a slight sigh of relief. Fortunately, there were not many people in her uncle's mansion, and it was always quiet and deserted, so she didn't have to worry about anyone overhearing her.
But if you speak so loudly and openly, it's hard to guarantee that others won't overhear you. Can't you speak a little softer when you say this?
Are you afraid others won't know?
Although there are not many people in her uncle's house, is it necessary to deliberately publicize what she did in such detail?
Anle, her face grim, grabbed Xianji's sleeve without a word and headed towards her own courtyard. "Young master, we can get to know each other."
From the man's tone, she could tell clearly that he wasn't bluffing her; he was simply stating two things she had done in a straightforward manner.
Who is this man? What's his background? Why is he looking for her?
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