Chen Che nodded to the gray-robed old servant and followed him.
The Meng Family was powerful, but as a Tributor of Jinyun Valley, even Meng Changtu wouldn't dare to act recklessly in the open. Besides, he was still "helping" the Primordial Sect complete a Pill Formula. That was a faction backed by a Golden Core Major Cultivator.
...
"Tributor Chen, a pleasure, a true pleasure!"
In a private room of the teahouse, Meng Changtu—dressed in a black robe, his temples graying, and carrying a scholarly air—sized up Chen Che with a smile in his eyes.
He had first heard of Chen Che a year ago but hadn't paid it any mind at the time.
But over the past year, the young man's reputation had grown. Coupled with the fact that Meng Qingxuan often lingered at Jinyun Valley, how could he, as a father, not know what was on his daughter's mind?
"Senior, you summoned me. I was wondering..."
"No rush, no rush. Have a cup of Spirit Tea first."
