Huh? Is it so easy to increase the male lead's favorability?

Ji Yunmiao turned around and looked at Wen Jin, and accepted Jiang Zhuo's invitation on behalf of Wen Jin.

Jiang Zhuo then led the two of them directly to the most famous "Yunyin Tower" in Kunlun City.

Yunyinlou, as the name suggests, is an extremely hard-to-find restaurant.

"They are a membership-based system and only receive ten tables of VIP guests every day."

Seeing Wen Jin's curiosity, Jiang Zhuo explained gently.

Wen Jin nodded, and felt a faint scent of sandalwood coming to his nose as soon as he stepped over the threshold. The gorgeous and intricate decorations reflected the soft candlelight, making people feel as if they were in a fairyland.

The land of Kunlun is indeed worth every inch of gold!

She sighed silently in her heart: I wish I were that rich!

"Are you envious?" Ji Yunmiao's voice suddenly came into her mind.

Wen Jin immediately broke free from his fantasy of being surrounded by a pile of gold coins: "No."

She smiled at Ji Yunmiao: "Fuyao Peak is also very good, with beautiful scenery and rare views in the world."

Ji Yunmiao looked at the smile on Wen Jin's lips, lowered his eyes slightly, stroked Wen Jin's hand, and said "hmm" softly.

"Master Wen Feng, please."

Jiang Zhuo, who was walking in front and leading the way, lifted the gauze curtain in front of him, stopped, spread out his palm, and pointed to the elegant seat behind the gauze curtain.

Wen Jin said "thank you" and walked up to take a seat.

Ji Yunmiao consciously pulled a stool next to Wen Jin and sat down.

He looked up at Jiang Zhuo, who seemed to be looking unhappy: "Young Master Jiang, please sit down too."

His tone was light, but there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Zhuo.

Jiang Zhuo still smiled slightly and was not angry. Instead, he pulled a stool and sat down on the other side of Wen Jin.

"I heard that Penglai encountered a tide of underwater beasts a few days ago? How is it now?"

Jiang Zhuo asked Wen Jin while waving his hand to ask someone to serve the food.

Wen Jin nodded: "It has been suppressed, and the seal has been reshaped. There shouldn't be any problems within a hundred years."

She spoke implicitly, saying that the arrival of a divine weapon was a rare event even in a million years, and this kind of beast tide would not happen again within a million years.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhuo looked a little apologetic: "Kunlun was busy hosting the sect competition, and I couldn't spare any capable people to help. I'm really sorry."

"No problem. The Bloodfang Beast Hall and Wudang Immortal Mountain have sent people. No matter how many more people there are, our Penglai Baihuan Boat will not be able to accommodate them."

Wen Jin turned his head and directly recalled the actions of Wudang Fairy Mountain, secretly observing Jiang Zhuo's expression.

"Is this true?" Jiang Zhuo was slightly surprised. "The Wudang Immortal Mountain has always been secluded from the world, but now it is willing to take action?"

"I guess I suddenly figured it out, and I want to do some good things to accumulate some luck for the sect competition."

Wen Jin lowered his eyes and joked.

She couldn't see any problem on Jiang Zhuo's face, but her heart was tense.

Jiang Zhuo was not mentioned in the original book. Even when the immortal cultivation world was in chaos, this person did not show up. She could never let it go.

Does he know about the advent of the divine weapon?

Jiang Zhuo chuckled when he heard this, and turned to ask Wen Jin other questions.

Ji Yunmiao felt annoyed when hearing these questions.

He finally couldn't help asking questions like "How long does Master Wen Feng usually practice?" and "What are the tips for Master Wen Feng's practice?", "How are Master Wen Feng's senior brothers doing recently?", and then to "What does Master Wen Feng like to do usually?" and "What does Master Wen Feng like to eat."

"Master Jiang cares so much about my master. I would like to thank you on behalf of my uncles."

He suppressed his impatience and interrupted Jiang Zhuo's next question in a calm tone.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhuo still maintained his gentle and humble smile: "Sorry, I am rude."

Wen Jin then coughed lightly: "Why don't we talk about that Miss Furong?"

She turned an inquiring look to Jiang Zhuo.

Jiang Zhuo also walked down the stairs, nodded and said, "That girl Furong came to Kunlun City a month ago."

"When she came, she was wearing a veil over her face, and appeared directly in the Immortal Chasing Pavilion."

"It stands to reason that for those of us who have cultivated to this level, a veil covering her face would be as clear as if there were nothing there. However, I cannot see her face underneath the veil."

Wen Jin nodded upon hearing this and exchanged glances with Ji Yunmiao: "Me too."

Jiang Zhuo tapped the table with his fingertips and continued, "But Zhuixian Pavilion is the property of an elder of a very high status, so it is not something that can be checked just by looking into it. That is why I have been observing this Miss Furong."

"But she has been dancing seriously to earn money over the past month, and there is nothing wrong with that."

"My suspicions were almost dispelled, and I was about to assign this matter to my subordinates, when you suddenly came."

"No one would have thought that her target was you."

As he spoke, his fingers tapping the table stopped abruptly and his eyes turned to Ji Yunmiao.

Before Jiang Zhuo finished his words and before Wen Jin could speak, a voice suddenly came from outside the gauze curtain.

"Young Master, Furong said she would only tell the truth after meeting someone named Ji Yunmiao."

It was a disciple from Kunlun Punishment Department who came to deliver the message.

Hearing this, Wen Jin's gaze immediately turned to Ji Yunmiao.

She looked at him inquiringly: What's going on?

No, what is this? It's not in the original book at all!

Ji Yunmiao frowned slightly and shook his head gently.

"Got it. You go back first, and I'll take Ji Yunmiao with me later."

Jiang Zhuo's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them several times, and he gave orders to the disciples outside the gauze curtain.

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Outside the prison, the guards were tight and the torches were flickering, making the shadows around even deeper.

As the iron gate slowly opened, a damp and musty smell blew in, forming a sharp contrast with the fresh air outside.

Jiang Zhuo walked in front, followed closely by Wen Jin and Ji Yunmiao, and they stepped into this dark world together.

In the interrogation cell, Furong was tied up with iron chains, her bright red clothes were disheveled and stained with large patches of blood.

When she saw Ji Yunmiao, a trace of resentment and unwillingness flashed in her eyes, and then she burst into laughter.

Ji Yunmiao looked at her coldly, not understanding what the woman in front of him was thinking.

"Why do you want to see me?"

His voice echoed in the empty cell, without a trace of warmth.

Hearing this, Furong's laughter stopped abruptly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Why? Are you afraid to face me? Or are you afraid that I will reveal some secrets that you don't want to hear?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Ji Yunmiao frowned slightly.

Furong snorted lightly, and the mockery in her eyes became even stronger:

"I know who you are and the power behind you."

"Do you think you can keep hiding? I tell you, it's impossible!"

"One day, the truth will come out, and you will pay for what you have done!"

Ji Yunmiao and Wen Jin were immediately confused when they heard this.

"Are you mistaken?"

Wen Jin's mind was full of question marks.

What had Ji Yunmiao experienced before and what did she, as a novel reader, not know?

"Don't be fooled by him!"

Furong turned and yelled at Wen Jin.

"You have no idea what kind of person he is! You have no idea how cruel he is! He is pretending to be noble and indifferent just to deceive you!"

"..."

Wen Jin was silent for a moment.

"I am his master. He became my disciple ten years ago. The rules on our island are very strict. Disciples are not allowed to leave the island."

"Besides, he was only in his early teens ten years ago."

"Sister, why don't you think about it carefully?"