"Mingyue, is it done?"
"Yes, Qingfeng, it's done."
Miss Mingyue's eyes moved away from the master and servant outside the inn and looked at the young man walking over.
She smiled slightly:
"You still need to register yourself."
The young man, called Qingfeng, had handsome features, and a vibrant spirit shone in his eyes.
He first glanced at Li Xiuyuan and Cui Linglong, who were waiting to register, then looked at the master and servant entering the inn.
Not simple.
Qingfeng felt a tightness in his heart, as if he had just awakened to meet extraordinary people.
He smiled and politely asked:
"You two seem new here as well. My name is Qingfeng."
"Li Xiuyuan, this is my wife, Cui Linglong," Li Xiuyuan replied in a calm voice, his eyes gleaming with a mysterious light.
Qingfeng, Mingyue...
Others might not recognize them, but he, Li Xiuyuan— or rather, he, Zhu Wu Neng— how could he not have heard or recognized them?
Heh.
