C55 (1/2)

”I wonder, why did Miss call me here?” Jiang Chuan asked.

The girl covered her mouth and smiled, ”If there's nothing else, can't you invite Young Master over?”

Jiang Chuan smiled awkwardly, ”Of course.”

”Young master, what do you think about this poem of mine that I'm detested in the mortal world?” The woman's eyes were like silk as she looked at Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan didn't dare to look at the woman. He lowered his body even when he was speaking, ”Miss, I'm afraid I'm going to offend you. I've never understood the rhythm of the music since I was young, but I don't understand your hateful world.”

The woman let out a long sigh and slowly said, ”Everyone says that I play in the mortal world, but I don't know that I want to walk out of it. My young master is a cultivator, a transcendent mortal.

”Who can cut off the affairs of the mortal world?” ”Cultivators are also people, and they are inextricably linked to the mortal world. If they are severed, they will no longer be cultivators,” Jiang Chuan whispered.

The woman's eyes lit up. ”Many thanks to young master for answering. Young master, would you mind listening to my song?”

Jiang Chuan nodded and slightly leaned to the side, not daring to look at the woman.

The woman lightly laughed and sat back before the zither. She extended her slender fingers and began to play with the zither.

Jiang Chuan closed his eyes and tried his best to listen to the zither music.

When the sound of the zither had died down, the girl stood up and said, ”I am giving this song to young master. I hope young master won't forget this young girl.”

The woman looked at the river and her voice was like a pearl that fell.

Jiang Chuan nodded.

”Tou Mei, escort the guest out for me.” The young woman called out.

He walked out of the boat and arrived at the riverbank. Mo Chen had been waiting for a long time, so he asked, ”Brother Jiang Chuan, how was it?”

Jiang Chuan let out a long sigh and shook his head. With his hands behind his back, he left the river bank.

”Shaking your head? What do you mean? ”Could it be that there's no hope?” Mo Chen's face was filled with doubt.

On the boat.

”Miss, today is different from the past. Why do you want that person to board the ship?” The female attendant asked.

”When I was disgusted with the world of mortals, out of all the millions of people here, only he remained emotionless. Did you know that this is the first time I've met someone like him?” The woman said.

”Miss, what's so strange about that? Didn't you hear that the young master doesn't understand music? Naturally, you wouldn't be able to hear what the young miss is trying to say. ”

The woman shook her head and said, ”He hates the red dust. Even if he doesn't understand it, he would be infected by the zither music. However, his heart was calm and even a Soul Formation cultivator couldn't do what he did.”

”Hehe, miss, could it be that you have taken a fancy to that Young Noble? ”Just say it, I'll go and capture him for you.” The female follower giggled.

”Don't speak nonsense, I keep having the feeling that we will meet again.” The woman mumbled.

After this incident, Jiang Chuan and Mo Chen didn't go to the Misty Rain Tower. Jiang Chuan wasn't in the mood to go, but according to Mo Chen's explanation, listening to Liu Ruyan's song would win the hearts of the other girls in the Misty Rain Tower.

The two of them went back to the Misty Mountain, but met up with some trouble halfway up the mountain.