Everyone's all smiles on the surface but secretly cunning, but the junior sister only wants to

After the flying artifact landed steadily on the ground, the hatch slowly opened, and the first thing that came into view was Gu Ming's tall and imposing figure. He stepped out of the artifact with light steps, his eyes eagerly searching around. Soon, his gaze locked onto Yun Ting not far away, and a bright smile immediately bloomed on his face.

Then, Gu Ming strode forward, like a gust of wind, heading straight for Yun Ting. However, in his joyful state, he was completely unaware that due to the youth-preserving pill he had taken, his appearance had drastically changed compared to his old age. Yun Ting had never seen him so young and handsome before.

Just then, Yun Yu, who was standing to the side, asked softly, "Is it him? Look how nimble and agile he is! And his appearance is quite outstanding, with a graceful demeanor and extraordinary temperament. In my opinion, his looks could rank in the top ten in our cultivation continent! He doesn't seem bad at all!"

Standing beside Yun Yu, Feng Yichen shook his head slightly and replied, "Senior Sister, as far as I know, the Pavilion Master of Qiankun Pavilion is tall and imposing, standing over 1.9 meters tall. But this person in front of us clearly does not match that description, so I think he is probably not the person we are looking for."

As they spoke, Gu Ming quickly arrived in front of Yun Ting. His face was beaming, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and he greeted Yun Ting warmly, "Brother Yun Ting! It's been so long! I wonder how you've been?"

Upon hearing the voice, Yun Ting was startled at first, then raised his head in confusion, carefully examining the unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar man before him. The man had striking features, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a handsome face, a faint smile playing on his lips; he was indeed dashing. But no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't reconcile this face with the person in his memory.

Yun Ting couldn't help but frown, asking with a blank expression, "??? May I ask who you are...?"

Seeing that Yun Ting didn't recognize him, Gu Ming's eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh my! It's only been a few years, how could you have forgotten me so completely? I'm Gu Ming! Is it really that hard to recognize me when I was young? Humph! We're done! We're done for an hour!" After saying that, he turned his head away, pretending to be angry, and crossed his arms.

With a look of guilt on his face, Yun Ting slowly opened his mouth and said softly, "You are Gu Ming? I'm so sorry, I didn't recognize you just now, I'm extremely ashamed. But why did you suddenly change your mind and start taking this Youth Preservation Pill?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Ming frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure and replied casually, "Alas, this matter is a long story, and the reasons are quite complicated. It's difficult to explain in a short time, so let's not dwell on it. By the way, who are you all waiting for here?" Clearly, Gu Ming was unwilling to elaborate on the specifics of how he took the Youth Preservation Pill.

At this moment, Feng Yichen hurriedly stepped forward, respectfully bowed to Gu Ming, and then answered respectfully, "Remembering Elder Gu, we are here to greet the Pavilion Master of Qiankun Pavilion."

Upon hearing this, Gu Ming smiled easily and said unhurriedly, "Oh, it's him! You don't need to wait any longer, he'll be down soon."

As everyone was talking, Xiao An flashed forward like a ghost, quickly arriving beside the flying magic weapon. He stood quietly, his gaze fixed intently on the ceiling, seemingly waiting for someone to descend. He still wanted to claim this flying magic weapon for himself.

Upon seeing Xiao An appear, Yun Yu couldn't help but speak again, "Hmm, it seems to be him. Look at his height, he's really tall! And his cultivation is quite impressive! Look at his legs, so agile and without any flaws. And that face, he's just too handsome! Junior Brother Yun Che, where did you hear those unreliable rumors before?!"

Yun Che was furious and said angrily, "Absolutely impossible! If he wasn't ugly and unattractive, why would he hide his face all day and always wear a mask? Besides, he was indeed in a wheelchair and was coughing up blood like a candle in the wind. If I'm wrong, then I will ignore his pursuit of my little Shi Liu! I, Yun Che, swear to the heavens."

Yun Yu hurriedly interjected, "Oh dear!! Junior Brother Yun Che, you mustn't jump to conclusions so rashly! What if you're proven wrong? Making such a hasty oath could trigger a heavenly effect, and you'd better not cry then!"

However, it was all too late; the Heavenly Contract had already taken effect. Yun Che could only silently pray that his guess was correct, otherwise he would be handing over his precious little disciple with both hands.

Jiang Moqi was dressed in a magnificent black robe today, its color as deep as night, seemingly absorbing all the surrounding light. From afar, he resembled a dazzling pearl in the darkness, radiating a mysterious and captivating glow that drew everyone's attention.

His long, jet-black hair, flowing like a waterfall, was simply held up with a seemingly ordinary yet exquisite jade hairpin. The remaining strands of hair fell smoothly over his broad shoulders and straight back, swaying gently in the breeze, adding to his ethereal and otherworldly air.

And look at his face, so exquisitely crafted, like a work of art sculpted by the heavens. His sword-like eyebrows slanted sharply towards his temples, his eyes shone like stars, his nose was straight and prominent, and his lips were thin yet undeniably sensual. Such a captivatingly handsome face, paired with his tall, slender, perfectly proportioned figure, and the effortlessly elegant air he exuded, truly made him the epitome of a wealthy, handsome, and successful man, enough to make countless women swoon.

As he slowly stepped down from the strangely shaped, shimmering flying magical artifact and strode towards the crowd, everyone present was stunned by the astonishing scene before them, unable to recover for a long time. Yun Yu and his group, in particular, were completely dumbfounded, feeling as if they had been slapped repeatedly across the face by an invisible hand, the burning pain making them feel utterly ashamed.

Finally, Jiang Moqi walked up to the crowd. He smiled politely and said slowly, "Greetings, everyone. I am Jiang Moqi, the Pavilion Master of Qiankun Pavilion. I apologize for any inconvenience caused by my visit to your sect."

Upon hearing this, someone in the crowd couldn't help but ask, "You...you are really the head of Qiankun Pavilion?" Their words were full of disbelief.

Jiang Moqi smiled slightly and nodded in response, "That's right. I don't know why, but as I walked along, I noticed that you all kept staring at my face. Could it be that there's something on my face?" After saying that, he raised his hand and touched his cheek, his movements elegant and natural.

"No! Your face is more than just handsome and good-looking, it's absolutely stunning, as beautiful as Pan An! I have a request, I wonder if Pavilion Master Jiang would be willing to answer my questions?" Yun Yu said earnestly.

Jiang Moqi smiled slightly and replied casually, "Of course. Please speak freely."

After receiving permission, Yun Yu took a deep breath and mustered her courage to ask, "I've heard that you never show your true face to others, and some people have even witnessed you being unwell and sitting in a wheelchair. What could be the reason for this? I hope you can help us unravel this mystery!"

Jiang Moqi sighed softly and slowly explained, "The reason I don't show my true face is simply to avoid unnecessary trouble. After all, the martial world is treacherous, and people's hearts are unpredictable. There will always be some audacious people who covet my appearance and might even attack me. As for my physical condition... I did injure my leg a while ago, which is why I had to sit in a wheelchair for a few days. That's why I was coughing up blood, but fortunately, I'm fine now. Besides, with my cultivation level, what's a little injury?"

"Um, what is your current cultivation level?"

"Oh~ just the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Transcending Stage, what's wrong? Why are you asking such detailed questions?"