"Qingzhu is truly a celestial being descended to earth, making it impossible not to cast our gaze upon her." "Although Jiangzhou City is already teeming with beauties, none can compare to Qingzhu." "It’s just a pity that there’s a Patrol guarding her, we have no chance to speak to her at all." "If there’s ever a chance to dine with Qingzhu, even if it’s just a meal, it’d be a lifelong memory." The men sat downstairs at the inn, and the inn’s Shopkeeper was all smiles. He was only chosen by chance as the residing point at the time. Initially, he was annoyed that some inexplicable Commerce Association President had come. He guessed this President would make many demands. Like if he couldn’t sleep at night, having him arrange for some service. But over time, not only did Yuchi not make such requests, but his sister Qingzhu had become famous far and wide. Many young masters came early in the morning, doing nothing but sitting in the inn. Even though they knew they stood little chance of winning Qingzhu’s heart, just coming to see her was enough. Seeing beauty is pleasing, and after one glance, it brought good cheer all day long. This directly led to the inn’s business booming, moving people so much that housing fees were reduced. And Wei Qingzhu herself was blessed with a delicate face, her eyes radiating calm beauty, her brows long and slender, her skin fair. Dressed in a light purple dress with a pure white belt at the waist, beneath the hem were dainty white shoes. Her slender waist gripped gently, with perfect proportions, an elegant swan neck, truly marvelous. Xun Xian, on the other hand, had a disheveled head, smacking her lips carelessly. Recently, she’s been so vexed trying to find Yuchi. She had no idea where that guy had run off to; if he was indeed dead, where was the body? If he wasn’t dead, then give some sign, some news. There wasn’t even a hint of information. Xun Xian squeezed her waist-hanging sword speechlessly, shielding Qingzhu as she said without looking up: "Sorry, please stay away from us." "I don’t want trouble, and I hope you have some self-awareness." She sensed someone approaching, these days there were many such people, and she was tired of it. Each time they came bearing gifts for Qingzhu. She wasn’t stingy, saying others could bring her gifts, as they were actually for the lady beside her, Qingzhu. It was just that these people’s identities were unknown, who knew if there were poisons in those gifts? This morning was no different. Just as she came down with Qingzhu, there was already someone in front of them. This person blocked their way, quite annoying. "What exactly do you want?" This time, after she spoke, the person hadn’t left. Puzzled, she looked up at the person. Xun Xian found the person was a man wearing a white fox mask. The man was dressed in blue, holding a flying sword that was clearly a magical artifact, exuding an elegant and genial aura. The other men, seeing the young man’s actions, were even more displeased, thinking what is this blue-clad guy acting all high and mighty for? Didn’t he know someone like him couldn’t possibly win over Qingzhu? Acting so important with a flying sword, showing off early in the morning, and wouldn’t he ascend to heaven later? The sound of dissatisfaction echoed through the inn’s hall. "I’m a Patrol, if you have bad intentions, I’ll take you to the Defense Department right now," Xun Xian remarked. "Qingzhu, do you remember me? I’m your Uncle Bei." He smiled as he removed his mask, revealing a mature middle-aged man’s face in front of everyone. It was clearly Yuchi. In the end, he still obediently brought out ten thousand silver, or things would have been too troublesome. Now he looked to be in his thirties or forties, with a unique maturity that made him seem a bit melancholic. A sparse mustache and kind face, matched with the flying sword at his waist. A prime man of the Immortal Realm, he looked like a master. A master among Cultivators? "This uncle has some charm, quite interesting!" Xun Xian involuntarily blurted out. She would read idle books in her leisure time. The idle books featured both men and women. To Xun Xian, in front of her, the middle-aged man looked like the flower-thief from the stories. No matter what kind of woman, she couldn’t withstand three moves from him; he was a quite formidable flower-thief uncle. Magical skills, quite terrifying. Yuchi had no idea what Xun Xian was thinking, otherwise he might spit blood. After taking the Disguise Pill, he turned into how he’d look decades later. Ultimately, it was still himself, so did that mean he would be a flower-thief in the future? Sister, please take another look, see if I still resemble my past self. And Qingzhu’s mind went blank, her purple dress swaying with her slender wrists barely visible. When she wanted to ask, she saw him sip on his clothes. There was a slightly pleased expression on his face. Then her face turned red, she gently bit her lips and pouted for a moment, suddenly realizing. So it was her brother Yuchi, but why had he changed ? How did he get another face? "Qingzhu, long time no see." "So you’re here for help because Yuchi is missing?" Yuchi curiously laughed. Talking about himself, it still felt somewhat different. He saw Qingzhu’s passing shyness and thought it was great that this girl could also be shy, it gratified him. It seemed he taught her well, not as cold as before. Qingzhu, ever so worldly, stepped up in a few strides, her graceful figure gently leaning against Yuchi’s arm. So pitiful and yet calm as she sweetly called out, "Uncle Bei, long time no see." "Little girl is growing prettier, now such a big young lady, very nice." "Shall we find a place to discuss the details?" Yuchi playfully tapped Qingzhu’s little upturned nose, making her even more bashful, and naturally feeling Qingzhu’s figure. A few days without Qingzhu was somewhat lonely, and now with her leaning against him, that feeling returned instantly. Other patrons also understood. So it was Qingzhu’s uncle, I thought it was some clueless person. This is nice, uncle, look at me, I think I could be your nephew. Maybe you could help us chat with Qingzhu, uncle, we’re long-lost family!