Chapter 31: The Huo Family Extends an Invitation, Hundred-Year Aged Daughter Red

The morning sun rose in the east, the mist gradually thinning.

The mist over the Black Sea, brushed by the gentle breeze, was like an ice-cold beauty rolling back and forth on a burning bed.

Early morning, a supercar was already parked at the entrance of Black Sea Villa.

Inside the sports car sat a lightly made-up, stunningly figured young woman — none other than Huo Peiting, who had once crossed paths with Li Qingran.

She had only obtained the intelligence that Li Qingran lived here after mobilizing a great deal of the Huo family's power.

But Huo Peiting did not dare disturb him rashly; she merely greeted the guards at the gate and waited for Li Qingran to wake before entering.

Not until the sun was high did the guard leisurely notify her that she could enter.

Once inside, Huo Peiting saw a handsome figure lounging on the sofa.

Huo Peiting did not dare meet his eyes; she lowered her head, bowed respectfully, and said, "Grandmaster Li, I have come uninvited without your permission, disturbing your rest!"

"What business do you have with me?" Li Qingran nodded slightly; he remembered this was the woman he had met that day while spirit-fishing.

Huo Peiting said carefully, "Grandmaster Li, my grandfather wishes to invite you to dine together tonight, to properly thank you for the grace of saving his life; the venue is Black Sea Tower."

In that single short sentence, Huo Peiting had already rehearsed who knows how many times.

After returning to the Huo family, she had crammed a full review of common knowledge about Spirit Masters, and understood even more clearly the status of a Grand Spirit Master — and Li Qingran's extraordinariness.

Such a young Grand Spirit Master — even if Li Qingran's future influence might not match the Three Great Generals of China, as long as he can advance to Venerable Spirit Master, he is worth the Huo family currying favor with.

Li Qingran's face was calm: "Fine."

As for Huo Peiting being able to find him at Black Sea Villa, he was not the least bit surprised.

Looking across all of China, the Huo family could not rank among the famous.

But in the Wannan region, it was a different story.

Huo Peiting froze for a moment, then asked embarrassedly, "Grandmaster Li, you agreed?"

Li Qingran: "Mm."

"Wonderful!" Huo Peiting couldn't help cheering aloud: "Then tonight, I'll drive over to pick you up."

Li Qingran nodded slightly: "Sure."

Huo Peiting only felt Li Qingran's words and gaze were so cold: "Then... then I won't disturb your rest any longer! I'll come for you in the evening."

Staying in the room made her so nervous; Huo Peiting finished speaking and fled the villa as if escaping.

Today, she had deliberately worn a sports outfit that accentuated her figure.

But Li Qingran's gaze did not linger on her overmuch.

"Could it be my cleavage still isn't revealing enough?" Huo Peiting muttered to herself, and drove off.

Night fell, the city helplessly revealed its prosperity — neon lights and red wine, car horns incessant.

People seemed accustomed to this kind of night.

In unseen places, hidden in darkness, things that cannot see the light also began to stir.

Li Qingran pushed open the door and saw Huo Peiting already standing by the car, waiting for a long time.

The latter had even specially changed into a different outfit from the morning.

Her upper body wore a simple pink T-shirt, clinging tightly to her skin, outlining a figure that made one's blood surge, even revealing her flat lower abdomen.

Full and upright, beautiful, indescribably wonderful!

They got in the car and headed straight for Black Sea Tower.

Black Sea Tower, reception hall.

The moment Li Qingran and Huo Peiting entered, the cheongsam-clad service manager led a bow in welcome.

Seeing this, Huo Peiting felt puzzled inside.

By rights, the service manager shouldn't be this enthusiastic — could it be because Li Qingran is rather handsome, and the service manager wants to climb him?

In a luxurious private room of Black Sea Hotel, Huo Zhongjue paced back and forth restlessly: "Why hasn't Xiao Pei brought Grandmaster Li over yet?"

Beside Huo Zhongjue, a middle-aged man sat uncomfortably, neither sitting nor standing properly, very conflicted: "Dad, just sit and wait.

Your body has only just recovered; you need more rest.

You said it yourself — he admires you as a soldier, he won't care about excessive formalities."

He was Huo Zhongjue's son, Huo Yichen, and also a Spirit Master.

Only Huo Yichen's guardian spirit was just an ordinary Han dynasty general, incomparable to Huo Zhongjue's guardian spirit, the famous general Huo Qubing.

Huo Zhongjue had recounted the day's events to him; at first he didn't believe it, thinking Huo Zhongjue had encountered a meticulously planned scam.

Until he had someone carefully diagnose Huo Zhongjue's body thoroughly and discovered his father's hidden ailment had already healed — only then did he believe.

How severe his father Huo Zhongjue's cold poison was, he knew best; that time Huo Zhongjue was injured in the hospital, it left a deep shadow on his childhood.

How weighty a young Grand Spirit Master represented, Huo Yichen understood clearly, but in his eyes, nothing compared to his father's physical health.

"You understand shit!"

Huo Zhongjue blew his beard and cursed.

Across all of China, Grand Spirit Masters under twenty-five can be counted on one's fingers.

In their lifetime, they can absolutely reach Venerable Spirit Master and become a titan of one side.

Even the Three Great Generals of China never advanced to Grand Spirit Master as young as Li Qingran.

In other words, this is a monstrous genius even more heaven-defying than the Three Great Generals!

Huo Zhongjue kept a stern face and ordered: "You serve Grandmaster Li carefully — this is our Huo family's chance to rise.

If you provoke Grandmaster Li into anger and miss this noble patron, watch how I deal with you!"

"Okay okay okay!" Huo Yichen dared not say another word: "You calm down, I got it!"

After a while, the private room door opened, and Huo Peiting led Li Qingran inside: "Grandmaster Li, please enter!"

Huo Zhongjue's expression was moved; he immediately stepped forward to welcome him, grasping Li Qingran's hand: "Grandmaster Li, I must properly thank you!"

Having finished speaking, he bent at the waist and bowed, expressing respect and gratitude.

"Elder Huo, you're too kind." Li Qingran supported Huo Zhongjue, and together they entered the house; at Huo Zhongjue's insistence, she took the seat of honor.

On one side sat Huo Zhongjue, on the other Huo Peiting.

Last was Huo Yichen, who quietly observed Li Qingran, still very surprised in his heart.

Indeed, as Huo Zhongjue had said, so young.

At the same time, he felt doubt and suspicion, because on Li Qingran he could not sense that terrifying aura of a Spirit Control Grandmaster.

He had once accompanied his father and had the fortune to see a Spirit Control Grandmaster.

The feeling Li Qingran gave him was more like an ordinary person.

Huo Yichen pressed the service bell, instructed the arriving waiter that dishes could be served, then walked before Li Qingran and introduced himself: "Grandmaster Li, I am Huo Yichen."

He paused, bowed nearly ninety degrees, and said politely: "About that day's matter, I heard from my dad, thank you very much for saving my dad and niece!"

Although he had suspicions about Li Qingran being a Spirit Control Grandmaster, Li Qingran had genuinely saved Huo Zhongjue and Huo Peiting.

Li Qingran sat in her seat, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

This made Huo Yichen feel somewhat displeased in his heart, as if he faced an emperor high above.

Huo Zhongjue gave Huo Peiting a look, and the latter brought up an antique-patterned wine jar.

Huo Zhongjue laughed: "Grandmaster Li, this is a jar of hundred-year aged Nuerhong, please have a taste. Xiao Pei, pour wine for Grandmaster Li."

"This wine, not simple." Li Qingran tasted carefully.

Folk rumor has it that when a family gives birth to a daughter, they bury a jar of Nuerhong under an osmanthus tree, and take it out to entertain guests on the day their daughter marries.

And this cup of Nuerhong he was drinking had endured a hundred years..