The woman showed no sign of looking down on them; instead, her smile grew even warmer.
"I've heard of the Little Cold Valley market. It's a fair distance from here, isn't it? May I ask who else is in your family?"
The woman's words, spoken so smoothly, gave Lu Chang'sheng the clear sense that she was probing into his family background.
Lu Chang'sheng glanced at the female cultivator standing beside him, looking a little bashful.
Her features couldn't be called beautiful—at best, one could say she was pleasant-looking.
If that were all, so be it. Old Lu had never been the sort to care about appearances; if she truly was virtuous, he could consider letting her marry Lu Chang'an.
Still, complications were bound to arise.
Chang'an already had a wife. With her background, this woman wouldn't easily accept the position of a concubine in the Lu Family.
As expected, while he was thinking, the woman spoke up: "How does Miss Qu Yan seem to you?"
