Chapter 114: 109 Reception

The door was left ajar, and in the corridor, the voices inside could be heard clearly.

"Ah! Outside the window!"

Tang Zhao stood with his back to the window, terrified that she was tricking him, and desperately suppressed his curiosity to keep from being distracted, but immediately after, everyone's expression turned to shock. This included Hua Xifu, who was crawling out from under the table.

Crackle, pop—

A tiny, piercing sound reached his ears; it was...

The sound of lightning friction?

Tang Zhao could not help but follow the sound and look out through the large hole knocked into Zheng Shou's head.

Outside the window, a person was floating in the air.

At first glance, almost no one noticed his appearance, seeing only the two enormous wings on his back.

They were not a matching pair of wings; one was white and one was blue. The white one was like soft clouds on a mountain peak, while the blue one was bright and sharp, flashing with wisps of electric light.

Between the wings was a young man, at most sixteen or seventeen years old, with sharp, handsome features and an arrogant, haughty expression.

He floated, treading on the Void, and said languidly, "Oh, how lively."

Almost everyone's heart tightened: Oh no, is someone from Zhuoyu Villa here?!

This timing was terrible for everyone. Even Tang Zhao felt some worry, fearing that the newcomer would not know the reason and conclude that he was bullying others.

Then there would only be...

Before Tang Zhao could speak, he heard the young man's voice rise sharply: "I just heard that someone thinks little of Zhuoyu Villa?"

Tang Zhao felt his heart relax slightly, while Zheng Shou and the young girl were suddenly flustered, and the old steward's face turned even uglier.

He arrived so early! Had he already watched the whole show?

But to only make an appearance now...

"I also heard that someone compared themselves to trash."

He sneered, his gaze sweeping across the room, and said, "Trash has its own place to go. There are gutters in the city, pigsties in the villages, and dirt pits in the mountains. You can go bury yourself, burn yourself, or rot wherever you like, but Zhuoyu Villa is not a trash heap."

The girl surnamed Cui realized what was happening and forced a smile: "This Senior Disciple—"

Before she could finish, the youth grasped a ball of breeze in his hand and pressed it down onto the window.

Boom—

The tattered window frame, lattice, and paper were blown away by the gale, leaving the window wide open.

He stepped one foot onto the windowsill, pointed at Tang Zhao and Hua Xifu, and said, "You two, come here."

Tang Zhao and Hua Xifu exchanged a glance, let go of Zheng Shou, and hurried over. The remaining guards still had their blades in hand, yet they dared not move.

Arriving at the window, the winged youth revealed a smile, extended his two hands, one left and one right, and said, "I am the Reception Envoy of Zhuoyu Villa. Grab my hands, and I will take you to Zhuoyu Villa."

Hua Xifu was both surprised and delighted, reaching out to grab his hand.

A trace of doubt flashed through Tang Zhao's mind: Was the itinerary arranged like this?

Wasn't he supposed to go up the mountain with Xing Ji? Now he was being asked to go up alone first?

What about Xing Ji?

However, he did indeed need to go to Zhuoyu Villa, and Xing Ji had not told him the procedure after arriving here. Could it be that the two were supposed to go separately, and he was to be received by a disciple of the villa?

Perhaps? Official business is official business, and private matters are private matters.

While he hesitated, he grabbed the other hand, and immediately, a great force yanked him out of the window.

Spreading his wings, the youth flew into the air.

In the room, the girl suddenly reacted and shouted, "Let's grab on too!"

Zheng Shou was stunned for a moment, and the girl shouted, "Fool, do you have any place left to stand?" Without waiting for him to react, she leaped out of the window and grabbed Hua Xifu's leg in mid-air.

This shout jolted Zheng Shou into realization; he climbed onto the windowsill in a few large strides and leaped forward violently.

However, he jumped a bit too late. He had, of course, learned martial arts at home and had tempered his body since childhood, so his strength was naturally not weak, and he jumped quite far. But the youth was flying extremely fast, and this jump of his only brushed a single feather before his momentum failed and he began to sink.

Seeing him about to fall from the high altitude, a hand reached down from above and grabbed him.

Zheng Shou escaped death, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest. Because of the weightlessness, his stomach churned, and he tremblingly looked up, seeing a face even younger and more handsome than his own.

A moment ago, this person had been grabbing his neck and threatening his life, and now it was he who reached out to save him.

Why?

The other party's gaze was calm as he said slowly, "After all, you are still young."

What does that mean? Aren't you even younger?

Zheng Shou was a bit dazed by the wind.

The winged youth tilted his head slightly, snorted, abandoned the thought of doing a few flips to shake the two of them off, and flapped his wings, carving out two different afterimages as he flew high away.

"Oh my, this is truly an accident. I haven't gone up yet, so why did Azhao run off on his own?" Not to mention how the people remaining in the room were still shaken, Xing Ji on the corridor also showed a look of surprise and difficulty.

Although his expression was surprised, his tone was not nervous at all, carrying only the cadence of someone watching a good show.

The beautiful woman sighed and said, "It's a good thing we caught up. It really is worrying; even after arriving here, he almost had an accident. How hard is it to let a child grow up safely?"

Having said this, her gaze swept over the people in the room, and she said, "These people were just rude and nearly harmed the lives of the two children. Won't you do something, Sir?"

Xing Ji turned with his hands in his sleeves and said, "There is nothing to be done. I am on official duty and it is difficult to do things outside of my responsibilities. Please feel free, Lady Hua Rong."

The beautiful woman raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Ah, I've been recognized."

She brushed her hair slightly, and her smile gradually changed, as if the spring flowers had fallen and the cold tide had returned: "Then I won't be polite. I, this humble one, cannot stand it when people bully children."