Lan Qingyang: "Of course, are you there? I'll pick you up."
Then the call was hung up.
Wan Qiang: “…”
While she was speechless, a door appeared on the mountain wall opposite her, and Lan Qingyang walked out, "Little friend Wan, come with me."
Wan Qiang was extremely stunned.
This design is absolutely amazing!
Whose idea was it?
Lan Qingyang: "That's what Elder Long meant. Little friend Wan, let me take you to meet him."
Wan Qiang: "Okay."
From the outside, it looks like a barren mountain where no chickens lay eggs and no birds shit.
But there is another secret here.
The layout is grand, and the materials used to build the Special Security Bureau are the nemesis of evil spirits and demons: thousand-year-old peach wood.
Thousand-year-old peach wood is hard to come by. This newly established Special Security Bureau is making a big move.
"Director Lan, where did you get these thousand-year-old peach woods?"
"Elder Long took out the valuables that the Long family had hidden for many years, and only then was the current Special Security Bureau headquarters built." As he spoke, Lan Qingyang was already standing at the door of an office with Wan Qiang.
There were five big words "Elders' Office" clearly written on the door.
Lan Qingyang raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Elder Long, I'm Qingyang."
"Come in." A strong voice came from inside.
Lan Qingyang got a response, pushed the door open and walked in with Wan Qiang.
"Elder Long, this is Wan Qiangwan, a rare talent in our metaphysical world over the past hundred years..."
Before Lan Qingyang could finish his words, the white-haired old man's eyes fell on Wan Qiang. After just one glance, he interrupted Lan Qingyang and said, "Qingyang, go out first. I want to talk to her alone."
Lan Qingyang didn't understand, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just said "hmm" respectfully and left the elder's office.
As Lan Qingyang closed the door of the elders' office, the white-haired Elder Long suddenly stood up, knelt down in front of Wan Qiang with a plop, and kowtowed to her earnestly.
There was a loud bang, very clear.
Wan Qiang: “???”
Who the hell is this Elder Long? Why is he so polite to her on their first meeting?
"Elder Long, what are you doing?" Wan Qiang asked as she reached out to support him.
"Grandmaster, I am Long Qianqiu, the 136th generation disciple of Mount Longhu. I respectfully welcome you down the mountain."
Wan Qiang was even more confused after hearing this.
Longhu Mountain? Long Qianqiu? What the hell?
"Did you recognize the wrong person? I am not you..."
Before Wan Qiang could finish her words, Long Qianqiu raised his hand and a portrait appeared in the air. The person in the portrait was none other than Wan Qiang.
The person in the painting is dressed in red, looking flamboyant and gorgeous.
There is spiritual power in the painting. It is her spiritual power. This painting... is her...
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