"The Young Master has traveled all day and needs to rest. Whatever business you have can wait until tomorrow."
Xia Jie, the third son of Prince Wuxuan, had come, hoping to speak with Jiang Lan in private. He saw the host of experts under Jiang Lan's command and intended to propose a partnership to pursue the Purple Mist True Monarch's inheritance. However, he was turned away at the door.
He scoffed inwardly but could only lead his men away in embarrassment.
Han Yiming and the others from the Ancient Inquiring Sect also took their leave. Their brief meeting had been merely a formality.
Seeing that Jiang Lan and Ling Zhuyun's group included many powerful experts, all of them renowned young Celestial Prides, the others breathed a collective sigh of relief.
They were secretly pleased, thinking that there was strength in numbers, which would make it easier to face any danger.
The purple mist near Purple Mist Mountain was truly bizarre.
