"Liu Qingmei greets Lord Zhang."
In the White Tiger Hall of the Dao Camp, Liu Qingmei respectfully bowed to Zhang Yuan: "I apologize for the sudden visit today, and I ask for your forgiveness, my lord!"
This disciple of the Seven Swords Sect wore a simple-colored dress today, making her aura even more ethereal.
"No need for formalities."
Zhang Yuan gestured with his hand: "Sit down."
Once Liu Qingmei was seated, he straightforwardly asked, "Junior Sister Liu, what brings you to me?"
Zhang Yuan's address to her was not casual; he had done his homework, knowing that the Seven Swords Sect was a prestigious sect with deep ties to the Upper Scenic Celestial.
Liu Qingmei replied frankly, "Lord Zhang, I have a matter for which I would like to ask for your assistance."
It turned out that she and the Zhuo brothers, Zhuo Chengping and Zhuo Cheng'an, had come to West Plain City to complete a sect mission.
