Um.
Zhao Fan sat casually on the peach blossom chair, while Feng Qingcheng seemed a little reserved. After all, this was a mansion at the pinnacle of the earth's hierarchy, and she faced a city lord's daughter whose strength surpassed hers. The only thing she could compare with him might be her beauty.
Qingcheng, just treat this as your own home. Zhao Fan smiled unceremoniously.
...Xue Ying was startled when she heard this, thinking that this Mr. Zhao is really extraordinary. Could it be that the soul cultivator he accidentally discovered also has an incredible background? Otherwise, it would be impossible to be so relaxed.
Okay, let’s get down to business. Zhao Fan turned his head and looked at Xueying.
The latter nodded slightly and opened his red lips. She asked expectantly: Mr. Zhao's rank is more than what it seems, right?
Sorry, this may disappoint you, I am truly a late Xuan leveler. Zhao Fan not only did not feel ashamed, but said proudly: If you fake it, you will lose ten points.
…
Xue Ying looked at him speechlessly, Mr. Zhao, I really invite you here sincerely, and I hope we can talk openly and honestly.
Well, I really didn’t lie to you. Zhao Fan helplessly spread his hands and released a burst of life force towards Xue Ying. If you don't believe me, please analyze the nature of my soul power.
Xue Ying frowned, her face suddenly became a little colder, and then she examined the ray of light coming from the other party without saying a word.
The next moment, Xue Ying's coldness subsided, replaced by disappointment. It was me who was abrupt. Oh, I'm sorry, I may have disturbed Mr. Zhao. I'm instructing Xiao Qi to send you away from the house.
After exploring, she discovered the essence of the other party's soul power. It was indeed the late Xuan level. I overestimated Zhao Fan, thinking that his soul perception was comparable to that of the mid-Earth level, which was the level of soul cultivation. Unexpectedly, this is actually the case, and there are many ways to enhance the soul's perception in the Yuan Realm, so there is nothing surprising.
Come all come.
Zhao Fan picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and asked with a smile: Miss Xueying, why don't you tell me your original intention of inviting me to your house, maybe... I won't let you down?
Xue Ying stared at the former, thinking that the brave guy was planning to stay in her boudoir and never leave?
But ordinary monks would not dare to act wild in the city lord's mansion. Dare I say, maybe I really have the background to match this courage.
I hope so. Xueying thought for a moment, let's just treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. What if it is really possible? Even if not, there would be no loss. Besides, he initiated the invitation on his own initiative. It would be too snobbish to send the guests off after verifying their rank.
She then said solemnly: Mr. Zhao, I hope you will not spread anything I said today.
Don't worry, I'm not that nosy. Zhao Fan nodded. With his character, if the other party hadn't been the daughter of Lord Zhankun, he would have stood up and left. How could he be like this?
My father was poisoned by the soul.
As Xue Ying spoke, a look of worry appeared on her eyebrows, and the culprit was a very influential figure in the Soul Realm.
Soul poison?
