Feeling the waves of fortune surging into his Mud Ball Palace, Jiang Lan was slightly surprised, but his expression remained impassive.
'It seems this Chu Yun is even more naive and easier to fool than I imagined.'
'But that Cyan Bull by his side is an old-timer who followed the Purple Mist True Monarch. Its judgment is sharp, so trying to trick it won't be so simple.'
'A Child of Fortune is never one to lie low. He definitely won't be content to stay put in a place like Anyang City.'
'But with his sister by my side, he probably won't harbor any hostile thoughts.'
'After all, from anyone's perspective, I dote on his sister and show her every possible consideration…'
As Jiang Lan thought of this, a plan for how to proceed had already formed in his mind.
In the pavilion, gentle music played and graceful songs filled the air. The banquet began as rows of beautiful maids brought out various Spirit Wines.
