Everyone knows Xia Yimin's mission to Qingyuan City this time, so the shopkeeper subconsciously regarded Huangfu Qingjue as Yue Kaili. It's no wonder that although Tianyu does not have a patriarchal mentality, female cultivators are still better than males.
There were a lot less, and alchemists were even rarer, so he didn't even think of asking for Ling Chuxi's head. Moreover, Huangfu Qingjue had an extraordinary temperament, so of course he thought that the person he invited was Huangfu Qingjue.
"Am I that old?" Huangfu Qingjue pretended to have a bitter look on his face and whispered to Ling Chuxi.
Ling Chuxi rarely saw Huangfu Qingjue with such a funny expression. Thinking about Yue Kaili's white hair and wrinkled face, and then looking at Huangfu Qingjue, she burst out laughing.
"Shopkeeper Qian, this is Senior Sister Ling Chu Xi Ling, the uncle of Mr. Yue Kaili, and the spiritual alchemist I invited back. This is Senior Brother Huangfu Qingjue."
The shopkeeper introduced.
"Hey, I'm stupid, I'm sorry, I'm going to take you to see the master of the pavilion right now." The shopkeeper named Qian made a big mistake and took the lead to cover up his embarrassment.
The interior of Danxin Pavilion is even more spacious than the outside. It looks antique, but upon closer inspection, it is extremely luxurious. The luminous pearls used for lighting alone are each the size of a goose egg. Ling Chuxi was secretly speechless.
Selling elixirs is indeed a profitable business.
Soon, several people arrived at the luxurious reception hall on the third floor.
Opening the door, dozens of guests had already arrived in the hall. At the head of the host, sitting an old man with a white beard and a bright head, his brilliance was restrained and his demeanor was calm.
"Yimin, you're back too, I'll be waiting for you." Seeing Xia Yimin, the old man said calmly.
"Lord Pavilion Master, I came back late and kept you waiting." Xia Yimin saluted. It turned out that this old man was the Pavilion Master of Danxin Pavilion: Meng Fusheng.
"Why don't you sit down if you know you're late? Do you know that our Danxin Pavilion has reached a critical moment, and we are still dragging our feet like this?" A middle-aged man next to him murmured in a low voice.
Although the other two men didn't say anything, they both looked reserved, as if they didn't want to be with Xia Yimin.
Ling Chuxi noticed that these people wore the same style of clothes as Xia Yimin, and they were all embroidered with the Danxin Pavilion logo. Remembering that shopkeeper Qian just called Xia Yimin the fourth deacon, these people must be the other deacons.
However, it seems that these deacons are not close to Xia Yimin, and they don't look good in front of outsiders. Ling Chuxi realized that in addition to external troubles, there are also internal worries in Danxin Pavilion, and these deacons are not monolithic.
Xia Yimin had long been accustomed to the repulsive attitude of several people, and he did not show any displeasure.
"Deacon Xia, didn't you go to Qingyuan City this time to invite the descendants of the Yue family? Why didn't you see anyone?" The tone of the middle-aged deacon from before clearly had a hint of inciting an accusation. His
He had good eyesight and knew that the two young men and women in front of him were only in their twenties and could not be descendants of the Yue family.
"Master Yue Dan was in an emergency and couldn't come, so I specially invited him..." Xia Yimin explained, introducing Ling Chuxi's identity to him, but was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"So you invited his apprentice here? Deacon Xia, although our Danxin Pavilion is facing difficulties now, we are not at the end of the road yet. Not all kinds of people can come here to eat and drink, let alone young people to study.
Alchemy is a waste of materials." The deacon said rudely.