C90 Immortal Cultivator

Xin Zhengshan was clearly not pleased with Qi Xiao's response. He was about to rebuke him sharply, but something seemed to cross his mind, and he glanced at his granddaughter, Xin Ruyue, who was subtly signaling to him.

"Ahem," Xin Zhengshan cleared his throat, and his tone unexpectedly mellowed. "So, what brings you to me?"

Qi Xiao cracked a smile