I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 178 Dad is Coming
Before Wei Fan could finish speaking, Gu Huaisu laughed heartily: "Brother Wei, you just said that this is your most outstanding disciple. How remarkable he is!"

Now you complain that I'm making things difficult for you.

However, since he couldn't unravel the mystery in the painting, I didn't punish him.

I simply hope that Brother Wei will be more careful with his words and actions in the future, and boast less.

What are you afraid of, Brother Wei?

Wei Fan flew into a rage, but Xue Xiang spoke first, "May I ask Senior Gu, what are the criteria for unlocking the painting's secrets?"
Is it to complete this incomplete poem?

If it's merely about completing the missing words, it seems no different from painting.

Wei Fan took a deep breath and said, "The two are very different."

For painting, all that is needed is for the poem and the scenery to match, and for the poem to have a profound and exquisite artistic conception.

However, the painting contains the author's obsessions during his lifetime. Even if the lyrics are profound and exquisite, they do not align with the author's wishes and are difficult to unravel.

Similarly, even if a poem or verse aligns with the author's wishes, if its style is low and its imagery unsatisfactory, it will be difficult to dispel the author's obsession.

Gu Huaisu snorted, "Brother Wei is good at making simple things complicated. It's not that complicated. There is a golden standard for unlocking the painting treasure, which is that the painting treasure will disappear into thin air and turn into wishing cakes."

Young man, I won't lie to you, this painting has been passed down for a hundred years and has appeared at many literary gatherings.

Those who dare to step in and complete the task are all renowned masters in their respective regions.

There have been instances where strange phenomena were observed, but... the mystery of the painting has not been solved.

If you feel uncomfortable, you can say so in advance, and I will assume that what Teacher Wei just said was all drunken talk.

Hahaha……"

"Senior Gu, may I also experience the wonder of this painting? I dare not claim to be able to unravel its secrets, but I would like to give it a try."

Su Ning, who was as cold and aloof as a jade sculpture, suddenly spoke.

Gu Huaisu frowned slightly. "Friend Su is a foreign friend. The central government has already issued a document and permit for his visit to the local area. We have no reason not to cooperate."

"Give it a try, there's no harm in it."

The wind in the pavilion gradually subsided, and everyone held their breath.

Su Ning slowly rose, her white robes reflecting the lamplight, her beauty as pure and aloof as snow. Gazing at the scroll, she spoke in a clear voice, "

Jade fingers gliding across the water, scattering pure jade-like light.
The sound of the zither resonates, and colorful clouds appear.

The guests were all smiles and chatting happily.

The cloud shadows shift,
"Those of different social standing share this sentiment."

After reciting the first stanza of the poem, he paused and said, "

Heart's voice leads to the ancient road,
True friends remain for a thousand years, as bright as the moon.

The world is full of injustices.

Heaven and earth are eternal,
A long song is sung to Tai Ning.

His voice was clear, like a mountain spring striking a rock.

Once the poem was completed, everyone cheered loudly, and even Xue Xiang felt that the supplement was excellent.

Not only do they share a similar sentiment, but the second half of the poem seems to be of even higher style, possessing a grand spirit that reflects on the past and present.

Inside the pavilion, the sound of a zither suddenly rose high, reaching straight to the heavens.

The scroll suddenly shone brightly, and golden light surged up like water, as if to burn the entire scroll.

In the painting, the person playing the zither has their hands outstretched, and the light on the strings flickers erratically.

The audience was completely captivated; the grassy slopes, cattle, and floating clouds all trembled with the music, and even the pond water rippled.

In an instant, the light and shadow flickered, and the entire scroll seemed to detach from the paper and take shape in mid-air.

However, after a violent surge, the chaotic light suddenly subsided.

The scroll trembled slightly and fell back down, as if it had never moved.

Everyone was stunned and remained silent for a long time.

Suning lowered her long eyelashes, her expression serene, showing no sign of distress.

Gu Huaisu laughed and clapped his hands, saying, "What a wonderful 'A Long Song Sent to Taining'! Although the painting's hidden meaning has not been deciphered, it has still triggered extraordinary phenomena, which is enough to comfort the spirit of the old master Fenhe in heaven."

After speaking, Gu Huaisu stroked his beard and smiled, looking at Xue Xiang and saying, "Boy, do you want to try again?"

The works of Mr. Fenhe have been the subject of countless masterpieces over the past century, and even Su You's poem, though brilliantly written, falls short by only one step.

If you don't dare, there's nothing shameful about it.

Before Xue Xiang could reply, Wei Fan waved his hand and said, "No need."

He certainly knew that Xue Xiang was a gifted poet.

But those famous masterpieces that resonated throughout the world were all written from the heart, sketched with talent and brush, and moved people's hearts with their innocence and spontaneity.

However, to decipher the hidden meaning in the painting before us, we must not only guess at the artist's obsessions during his lifetime;
The poems and lyrics they composed were still subject to the limitations of the preceding section; it was no different from the saying "performing a ritual in a snail shell."

Xue Xiang stood quietly in the lamplight, his expression calm, and bowed to Wei Fan, saying, "I appreciate your kindness, teacher."

But with all of you here, how can a student turn down a challenge? That would be beneath the teacher's dignity.

I'm willing to give it a try.

Gu Huaisu smiled and said, "You respect your teacher and value the Way. Brother Wei, you have taken on a good disciple."

As he spoke, he gestured for Xue Xiang to enter.

Inside the pavilion, the lights flickered softly.

Xue Xiang slowly stood up, flicked his sleeves, and his gaze fell on the scroll.

The musician in the painting, with his handsome features, seems to transcend a century of time.

He recited in a deep voice:
"Jade fingers glide across the water, scattering jade-like purity."

The sound of the zither resonates, and colorful clouds appear.

The guests were all smiles and chatting happily.

The cloud shadows shift,
"Those of different social standing share this sentiment."

After reciting the first part, he suddenly paused, his voice becoming unusually deep and somber.

Joy gradually turned to ice.

It's a pity that all my close friends have scattered, like duckweed adrift on the water.

I wish to entrust my heart's secrets to the zither.
Few understand my music; when the strings break, who will listen?

His voice was clear and resonant, each word ringing out.

Once the poem was completed, the pavilion fell completely silent.

Even the ripples on the water seemed to freeze instantly.

Wei Fan's beard trembled slightly, his fingertips gripping his knees tightly;
Gu Huaisu leaned forward, but it was as if she was being pressed down by a heavy object, making it difficult for her to straighten up again;

Shen Baoshi closed his eyes, as if afraid of disrespecting a certain solemnity;

Su Ning looked up and gazed at the scene, her white clothes as pure as snow, her heartstrings suddenly trembling.

Suddenly, the scroll trembled.

The sound of the zither slowly arose from the painting, initially faint and indistinct, as if someone were gently plucking the strings.

Then, the sound grew stronger, like a sudden downpour in a mountain stream, like the distant cries of geese, penetrating straight to people's hearts.

The eyes of the musician in the painting slowly open, and a clear light shines between their brows.

The strings flowed with vibrant colors, and the faces of the listeners shone with radiance. Everyone seemed to be smiling, yet their eyes were moist.

Suddenly, the music stopped.

The scroll turned into a blanket of white and vanished in an instant.

The pavilion is now filled with nothingness and utter stillness.

In a short while, a large wishing cake, three inches in diameter, appeared on the stone table.

The pavilion was eerily quiet for a moment.

Gu Huaisu's face was deathly pale, his chest heaving as if he wanted to utter a thousand words, but in the end, they choked in his throat.

He stared intently at Xue Xiang, finally letting out a low groan.

Shen Baoshi slowly opened his eyes and murmured, "A century-old collection of paintings... has been revealed today... Alas..."

“Young friend, I am willing to offer 20,000 spirit stones to purchase this wish cake.”

Just as everyone was either immersed in the meaning of the words or marveling at the discovery of the hidden painting, Liu Chengli suddenly brought up business.

"dream."

Gu Huaisu said sternly, "Such a large wishing cake would take me ten years and twenty thousand spirit stones to accumulate, even with my years of experience. Does the man surnamed Liu think I've never seen money before?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt another sharp pain in his chest.

He had kept this painting for many years, but he still couldn't decipher its meaning.

Today, he never expected the puzzle to be solved, but it was solved anyway.

But he had a sharp tongue and promised to give Xue Xiang the wish cake that would reveal the hidden meaning of the painting if Xue Xiang could solve it.

With everyone watching and listening, is it so easy to go back on your word?

Besides, he was representing Jiangzuo Academy in an official foreign affairs event today, and he couldn't afford to lose face abroad.

"Keep it and thank Senior Gu quickly. There aren't many people like Senior Gu who are willing to mentor younger generations and are so generous."

Wei Fan took the wishing cake and handed it to Xue Xiang.

Xue Xiang accepted the wishing cake and, going along with it, bowed deeply to Gu Huaisu, saying, "Thank you very much, Senior Gu. I am deeply grateful."

Gu Huaisu took a deep breath, barely managing to stay conscious. Her face was ashen, and she didn't even glance at Xue Xiang.

"May I ask your name, friend?"

Suddenly, Su Ning bowed to Xue Xiang.

So far, he is the first person in the room to ask Xue Xiang's name.

Xue Xiang returned the greeting with a cupped hand, "Xu Yi."

"Brother Xu is very talented, and I admire him greatly. The painting is in the upper half, and the mood is joyful and high-spirited."

No one could have predicted that the mood would take such a sharp turn in the second stanza, lamenting the hardships of life and the scarcity of kindred spirits. I wonder what Brother Xu was thinking.

Suning is confident in his talent, and few can meet his standards.

Today, Xue Xiang broke into the painting's hidden location, which greatly shocked him.

His question piqued everyone's interest, and they all wanted to know the answer.

Xue Xiang said, "Do you all still remember the scene in the painting collection? If you observe carefully, you may be able to find some discordant elements."

"Please enlighten me, Brother Xu."

A hint of emotion finally appeared on Su Ningqing's usually stoic face.

Xue Xiangdao said, "The painting depicts a grassy slope covered in frost, yet cattle are grazing on it, which doesn't make sense."

Since it is illogical, there must be some superfluous object.

In my humble opinion, the herds of cattle in the distance are illogical compared to the endless green grass slopes.

Even if you want to include the image of cattle, you don't need to draw them so densely; one or two as embellishments will suffice.

Therefore, it can be concluded that the secret to unlocking the painting lies in the ox.

The cow and the zither, linked together, make the answer obvious.

Su Ning raised his eyebrows, and his jade-like face, as white as frost and snow, instantly lost its coldness. "Playing the lute to a cow!"
Wonderful!

In the painting, the person playing the zither has their eyes slightly closed.

The audience, some beaming with excitement, others beaming with pride, seemed to be truly listening, yet also appeared to be putting on a show.

The person playing the zither didn't want to look at them at all, meaning they knew these people weren't true connoisseurs.

Since Mr. Fenhe couldn't say it explicitly, he could only use the ox as a metaphor. Brother Xu, your idea is truly ingenious.

Shen Baoshi clapped his hands lightly, "I see."

Now that I think about it, Fenhe was the pseudonym that Mr. Fenhe adopted in his later years.

The saying "burning the zither and boiling the crane" perfectly describes the state of being unable to find a kindred spirit, hence the cynicism and disillusionment.

Xu Xiaoyou's ability to deduce this from a few cows truly demonstrates his keen observation skills.

But what's even more wonderful is your talent.

The first stanza of the poem that Mr. Fenhe left in his painting collection is already considered to be exceptionally elegant.

But the young friend's addition of the second part is a stroke of genius, completing the work with a perfect ending.

No wonder it could alleviate Mr. Fenhe's regret and unlock the secrets of this painting collection.

Zhou Jing'an sighed, "I've passed through several academies along the way, and they were all just empty names. But in this Canglan Academy, I've finally seen a gem in the rough."

Even so, it's difficult to compensate for the harsh reality that the Great Xia's cultural lineage is on the verge of extinction and there's no one to carry it on.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Wei Fan was furious. "The Great Zhou is a country established by the direct disciple of the sage, and it is of the same lineage as my Great Xia."

"Fellow Daoist Zhou's arrogant words are unbecoming of a national envoy." "If one's strength is insufficient and one's performance is poor, is it not allowed to criticize?"

Liu Chengli snorted coldly, "We've visited three academies along the way, and all we've encountered are vain and dissolute young men. Only this young friend Xu has any semblance of character."

Of course, the one who laments autumn should also be counted, but I never had the chance to meet him.

"I won't go into other details, but we will definitely take Dao Yun Divine Spirit back. You can handle the rest."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Absolutely not."

Gu Huaisu and Shen Baoshi also joined the battle.

Seeing that the two sides were about to start arguing, Su Ning coughed lightly, "Let's stop here for today and discuss it another day. Gentlemen, please rest for now."

Despite being the youngest, he possessed a commanding presence, and after he finished speaking, no one refuted him.

After everyone dispersed, Wei Fan kept Xue Xiang behind to speak.

The pavilion lights were about to go out, the wind blew, and the lake outside the pavilion rippled in circles.

Xue Xiang turned around, bowed to Wei Fan, and said, "Teacher, I would like to ask about the teaching credits. The key is to obtain a high number of teaching credits as soon as possible so that I can visualize the Literary Dao Stele."

Wei Fan raised an eyebrow and slowly stroked his beard. "You're going to visualize the Literary Dao Stele this time? Isn't that too rushed? I thought your goal was three years from now, why are you in such a hurry?"

Xue Xiang said in a deep voice, "Time waits for no one."

Wei Fan nodded, "If it were anyone else, I would think it was nonsense."

But if it were you, it might not be impossible.

What do you need me to do?

Wei Fan knew Xue Xiang's background very well.

While in Suiyang Town, Xue Xiang crushed a fragment of the palm print seal, causing the literary lineage to decline and the earth witch to perish.

During the county examination, he surpassed many scions of prominent families and won first place.

During the second trial, this person once again emerged victorious, entered the land of demonic obstacles, and then returned safely.

If Wei Fan viewed such a person with the same perspective as an ordinary county student, then he would be mentally deficient.

Xue Xiangdao said, "There are many tasks, and students have limited information. I would like to ask the teacher to help screen and select some."

Wei Fan nodded, "This is not difficult, I will keep it in mind."

After Xue Xiang thanked them, the two turned their conversation to the three people from Da Zhou.

Wei Fan said, "They came to welcome back the Dao Yun deity. They have been traveling around various academies these past few days. I don't know if they are conducting an inspection or gathering intelligence."

"The Daoist deities? Aren't these the deities of our Great Xia Kingdom?"

Xue Xiang was taken aback; of course, he knew about the Daoist deities.

Legend has it that this man was from the Zhou state, named Chen Daoyun. Eight hundred years ago, he traveled to the Great Xia Kingdom, helping the weak and punishing the strong, saving the common people wherever he went, until his death.

The people were grateful for his virtue, so they sculpted a statue of him with gold leaf. Over time, the worship continued, and he has now become a local deity with a golden body.

This golden statue is extremely popular and is quite efficacious.

The deity Chen Daoyun has been worshipped in the Great Xia Kingdom for hundreds of years. Ordinary people don't care where Chen Daoyun is from; they only know that he is the deity they believe in.

Wei Fan nodded and said, "That's right. But the system of the Great Zhou is different from ours. The emperor of the Great Zhou strictly controls public opinion and firmly grasps the power of the monarch."

A few years ago, they established a new palace-level government office, the Hall of Truth, specifically responsible for managing public opinion within the Zhou Dynasty.

One of the main tasks of the Temple of Truth recently has been to inspire patriotism and take stock of national heroes. Somehow, they ended up taking stock of Chen Daoyun.

The Great Zhou's Hall of Truth is pushing Chen Daoyun hard, and with public opinion rising within the country, they want to bring back Daoyun's golden statue.

Xue Xiang frowned. "They can just bring them back whenever they want? They must have something to rely on to come here so brazenly, right?"

Wei Fan nodded. "Our country's military campaign against the demon race in the northwest, supposedly to open up the northwest frontier, is just a rhetoric used to appease the common people."

In reality, it consumed a huge amount of national funds, but the results were mediocre.

At this time, the Great Zhou Kingdom is in great need of help to share the pressure on the front lines.

At this time, the Great Zhou proposed to welcome back the Dao Yun deity. The central government dared not openly oppose it, yet it could not face the people in the country who worshipped the Dao Yun deity. It was truly a dilemma.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about this. Go and prepare. I'll help you pick out a few suitable tasks, and you can choose from them."

Xue Xiang thanked Wei Fan, then bowed and took his leave.

A cool breeze was blowing, and the night was as still as water.

As Xue Xiang left the Wei residence, a crescent moon hung high in the sky, its clear light casting a cold glow on the stone steps and the lake surface.

A figure stood beneath the moon, dressed in white, with a face of exquisite beauty—it was Su Ning.

He seemed to have been waiting there for a long time.

Then I saw his gaze was cold and his voice was indifferent: "I have been savoring the poem that Brother Xu just added for a long time, and the more I savor it, the more I appreciate it."

It is such a pity that someone as talented as Brother Xu is being wasted in a local academy.

Our Great Zhou Dynasty is also extremely prosperous in literature. If Brother Xu is willing to go, I will guarantee him admission to the Imperial Academy.

Xue Xiang cupped his hands slightly and said, "I appreciate Brother Su's kindness."

I have many concerns here, and I cannot leave for the time being.

In the future, if possible, I might actually take a trip to Brother Su's territory. I just hope that by then, Brother Su's words will still hold true.

Su Ning's face was as cold as a sculpture, and he solemnly said, "I rarely make promises to people, but once I do, I never go back on my word."

Before he finished speaking, footsteps suddenly came from the end of the stone steps, and a group of people rushed over and surrounded the two of them.

The torches flickered, casting a chaotic jumble of light and shadow.

The leader, dressed in a disciplinary team uniform and with a long knife at his waist, was none other than Chen Jingting, the captain of the disciplinary team. He pointed at Xue Xiang and shouted sternly, "You dare to seduce someone in the East City's brothel, Xu Yi? Six days ago, you slept with prostitutes in the East City's brothel."

The evidence is conclusive; the violation of the school's rules warrants expulsion.

"Guards, seize him!"

As soon as he shouted, Pan Suo and Yue Bai, their faces fierce, pounced out.

The two had barely gotten close when Xue Xiang made his move first.

With two sharp cracks, the two men were instantly sent rolling on the ground like gourds, wailing incessantly.

"Be bold!"

Chen Jingting was so angry that he was trembling all over.

During his years at the academy, he captured countless officials.

As long as the identity of the academy's law enforcement team is revealed, even the most vicious person will tremble in fear.

After all, the academy controlled the academic records of Confucian scholars and could destroy them at any time.

Once a Confucian scholar loses his academic status, all his achievements in half a lifetime are lost.

There is absolutely no one like Xue Xiang who dares to resist and even take action.

"What are you yelling about? This is right in front of my house."

Wei Fan strode out, coldly shouting.

Chen Jingting quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Greetings, Elder Wei. Here's what happened..."

He embellished the story of Xue Xiang's visit to a brothel.

Wei Fan asked coldly, "Do you have any evidence?"

Chen Jingting clapped his hands lightly, and several alluringly dressed prostitutes were pushed out, immediately filling the air with a strong, cheap, perfumed smell.

"Come here and tell me what happened that day."

Chen Jingting waved.

Wei Fan waved his hand in disgust, "Alright, no need to ask anymore."

Chen Jingting was overjoyed.

Wei Fan is one of the most important figures in Canglan Academy. Even his superior's superior has to be careful what he says.

If he says he won't ask anymore, then the matter is settled.

"Come on, take down Xu Yi."

Chen Jingting waved his hand, and Pan Suo and Yue Bai pounced on them again.

Pan Suo and Yue Bai had long hated Xue Xiang, and with Elder Wei backing them up, they weren't worried at all that Xue Xiang would dare to retaliate.

Almost as soon as Chen Jingting finished speaking, the two roared and pounced on him again.

As soon as he got close, Xue Xiang raised his hand again.

With a series of deafening cracking sounds, the two of them were rendered unconscious again. This time, they were so badly beaten that they couldn't get up and lay on the ground groaning.

"Crazy, crazy..."

Chen Jingting was trembling with rage. He pointed at Xue Xiang and shouted, "You're courting death like this! In front of Elder Wei, you're practically asking for it!"

He yelled at him for a long time, but Wei Fan didn't respond. He immediately guessed that Old Master Wei must also be furious.

He bowed to Wei Fan with his hands clasped, his voice as passionate as tearing silk, "Old Wei, you saw it all, didn't you? Even when you were here, he dared to commit violence. Now that you're not here, what a vicious face he must be."

After drinking, he pointed at Xue Xiang and roared, "Just you wait, just you wait! The academy may not sentence people to death, but you're finished..."

"What are you yelling about!"

Wei Fan seemed to have just woken up, "Shouting and yelling so loudly in the middle of the night, what kind of behavior is this?"

Chen Jingting was stunned. Was this... was this about me?
Has Old Wei lost his mind from anger?
"It was him. He was the one who first solicited prostitutes and then assaulted the disciplinary committee members."

Chen Jingting barely managed to calm himself down and loudly reminded him.

"I have eyes."

Wei Fan sneered, "Xu Yi soliciting prostitutes? Nonsense, I was with him at the time."

Chen Jingting froze, his face full of disbelief: "You...you're with Xu Yi?"
You...you probably don't even know when he patronized a brothel, do you? It was just six days ago, I remember you were on official business in Jiannan then?"

Wei Fan glanced at him sideways, "Can't I return temporarily when I'm on official business? Do I need to tell you before I return?"

To put it simply, whenever you say Xu Yi will patronize a prostitute, I will be with him.

What, you don't believe what I say?

In the firelight, Chen Jingting's face was a mixture of pale and ashen, and he looked like he was about to go mad.

This was the first time he had ever seen someone testify in such an overbearing manner; it was utterly insane!

Su Ning's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. He certainly didn't believe that someone who could create a story like "Few understand my heart, and who will listen when the strings break" would be interested in those ordinary, vulgar women.

The other party was clearly framing them, and even refused to bring in a few attractive young women to cooperate.

Wei Fan went even further, directly putting on a show of "whose bottom line is lower than mine?"

In Suning's eyes, Wei Fan has always been an old scholar.

But when he said, "Whenever Xu Yi goes to a brothel, that's when he'll be with Xu Yi," he actually felt that the old man still had a bit of innocence and childlike charm.

Chen Jingting was both angry and scared, and his mind almost went blank.

Pan Suo and Yue Bai, who were frightened, also stopped groaning.

Just then, Wei Fan suddenly raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard, muttering to himself, "Me too, why waste words with trash like you?"

He then ordered his servants, "Go and invite Sun Changshan from the Disciplinary Committee!"

The servant obeyed and left.

A moment later, a scholar with graying hair and beard strode over; he was none other than Sun Changshan, the head of the Discipline Inspection Commission.

"Old Wei, what happened?"

Sun Changshan clasped his hands in a salute, his forehead still damp with sweat. Before he had even stood still, his eyes were fixed on Chen Jingting, as if he wanted to tear him apart alive.

He didn't even know that Chen Jingting had brought people to Feilai Peak.

When he learned that Chen Jingting had also offended Old Wei, he even considered devouring Chen Jingting alive.

Even he usually finds it difficult to see Elder Wei, yet this Chen dares to offend Elder Wei. If Elder Wei develops a bad impression of him, Sun, where will he find a future?
Wei Fan pointed at Pan Suo and Yue Bai, his voice cold and stern: "Those two lads don't look like good people at all. Arrest them, interrogate them thoroughly, and after the interrogation, send them to the Northwest mines to do ten years of hard labor!"

After saying that, he pointed at Chen Jingting, "And this kid, his face is repulsive and his heart is wicked, take him straight to the prison and torture him thoroughly!"

"I'm innocent! I've been wronged..."

Chen Jingting collapsed to the ground, shouting that he was innocent.

He felt the world was terrible, how could the powerful wrong an innocent person with just a few words?

Even when they wrongly accuse someone, they still fabricate some evidence. How come when it comes to Old Wei, he is so unruly, not even bothering to fabricate false evidence, but directly convicting him?

"promise."

Sun Changshan bowed and accepted the order. He then waved his hand, and the men from the Disciplinary Committee he had brought rushed forward and captured Chen Jingting, Pan Suo, and Yue Bai in an instant.

Before the three could protest their innocence, they were slapped repeatedly across the face until they lost their voices.

The prostitutes were terrified. They knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy, crying out, "Spare us!"

Wei Fan looked at Xue Xiang, who waved his hand and scattered some spiritual threads, then asked Wei Fan's servant to send the prostitutes away.

Wei Fan nodded slightly and then disappeared in a flash.

A moment later, only Xue Xiang and Su Ning remained on the bustling Qingping.

(End of this chapter)