This is our Ling family's young miss, Ling Chuxi. This is the seventh elder. Clan leader Wen, you should have met him before. Ling zhonghao introduced Ling Chuxi and Ling Gusong to Wen zizai. He did not mention much about the others. Wen zizai only thought that Huangfu qingjue, Ling Yichen, and the others were all disciples of the Ling family, so he did not take them to heart.
"So it's the seventh elder. We haven't seen each other for many years." Wen zizai asked politely. He was surprised to see Ling Gusong wearing a tall hat and white impermanence.
He secretly felt relieved. This seventh elder of the Ling family was not considered famous among the many experts of the Ling family and did not pose much of a threat to him. As for the eldest young lady, Ling Chuxi, he had not even heard of her. Only the heavens knew where she had popped out from.
Could it be that she was the illegitimate daughter of some master from the Ling family, and had come out to gain experience?
This was not impossible.
"It's been many years, but you still look as elegant as ever, clan leader Wen. " Ling Gusong also greeted him politely.
"Elder Ling, you've just arrived. Take a rest first, then we'll think of a way to open the spirit tower's restrictions. It's said that even though this tower only has two floors left, there are many treasures left behind by ancient masters. It's rare to have the opportunity to see the tower reappear, so we can't miss this opportunity." Wen zizai said to Ling Gusong and the others with a smile, but he didn't think so.
If it was the great elder or the Ling family's fourth uncle who came, he would have to be a little wary. However, it was just a mere seventh elder, and he didn't care much about him. This time, the Ling family wanted to suppress their Wen and Kang families like they did in the past. There was no way they could do that. At worst, they could open the restrictions and enter the spirit broken tower, and after finding something good, they could just distribute it to the others, giving the Ling family face.
As for young people like Ling Chuxi and Huangfu qingjue, he did not even have the interest to say a few more words. He completely treated them as air.
Ling Gusong looked at Ling Chuxi, clearly seeking her opinion. When Wen zizai saw this, he was even more certain of his previous guess that she was the illegitimate daughter of one of the Masters in the Ling family.
"Alright, let's take a rest first." Ling Chuxi could tell that Wen zizai was looking down on her but she did not take it to heart.
In fact, Ling Chuxi was actually happy in her heart because this was the best. She was not afraid of being stolen, but she was afraid of being remembered by the thief. If she was really feared by others from the beginning, she would not have the opportunity to make a fortune quietly.
Although Ling Chuxi's main purpose in coming here was to find the clan leader, if there was a chance to fish for some treasures, she would naturally not be polite.
If Ling Chuxi did not mind, then Huangfu qingjue, Liang yunhuai, and the others would not mind either. After all, this was the effect of pretending to be a pig to eat a Tiger. After spending so much time with Liang gan, even an honest man like Ling Yichen had a deep understanding of the skill of pretending to be a pig to eat a Tiger.
Seeing Ling Chuxi sit down to rest, Wen zizai's heart was filled with even more contempt. I told you to rest, and you really did. Why don't you open your eyes and take a look? who would be willing to waste time resting with so many people? aren't they all trying to break the restrictions to find treasures? what a pampered young miss.
However, this was also good. He was really afraid that this illegitimate daughter of the Ling family would meddle in their Affairs, so it was best for her to step aside.
Ignoring Ling Chuxi and the others, Wen zizai and Kang Youdao walked around the broken tower in circles, looking for a way to break the restrictions.
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