All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 107 The prototype of the jade statue is of course also the Fairy Sister.

Zhang Cheng reached out and stroked the horse's mane, smiling, "Little Black, long time no see, did you miss me?"

Black Rose seemed to understand what he was saying, nodded, and nuzzled his palm with her head.

The old woman reached out and stroked Black Rose's mane. "This horse is quite remarkable. Well-proportioned, spirited, and very well-cared for." She looked up at Zhang Cheng. "You raised it?"

"I guess so," Zhang Cheng replied casually.

Just then, two more people climbed out from inside the inn. It was Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling, whom they hadn't seen for a long time.

The two were clearly looking for the escaped Black Rose. After climbing over the wall, they looked around the street.

Zhong Ling, with her sharper eyes, spotted Zhang Cheng first, her eyes immediately lighting up: "Brother Zhang—!"

She grabbed Mu Wanqing and ran over, but stopped abruptly when they got close. Her gaze swept over the women around Zhang Cheng, and she looked wary.

The old woman looked at the two little girls: "These two are acquaintances of yours?"

Zhang Cheng naturally guessed what the two girls were thinking. With his left arm around Mu Wanqing and his right arm around Zhong Ling, he introduced them to everyone: "Yes, these two are my betrothed wives, Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling. They are the daughters of the Prince of Zhennan of Dali and the daughters of the Lord of Wanjie Valley."

Upon hearing this, the two girls blushed instantly, losing all interest in dwelling on anything else.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng began to introduce everyone to them in turn: "This is Wu Xingyun, Sister Wu, a senior from the Xiaoyao Sect."

"The two little girls are quite pretty; the sect leader has good taste," Granny Tong casually remarked before greeting the two girls in a very open and friendly manner.

When Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling heard Zhang Cheng say that this person was an elder, they bowed respectfully.

"That lady over there is Li Qiushui, Sister Li. The martial arts techniques on that scroll were left by her; she's also a senior member of the Xiaoyao Sect."

In fact, without Zhang Cheng's introduction, the two had already recognized Li Qiushui, who was almost identical to the jade statue in the Wuliang Mountain cave. Although their expressions were somewhat strange, they still quickly stepped forward to greet Li Qiushui.

As for Li Qiushui, she felt as if her dark past was attacking her. If only she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have acted so impulsively and gone too far.

She didn't show it on her face, but smiled and agreed, though in her heart she was already putting the plan to destroy the scroll on the agenda.

Zhang Cheng continued, "These next few are friends from the Murong family: Miss Azhu, Miss Abi, Bao Butong, the master of Jinfeng Manor, and Feng Bo'e, the master of Xuanshuang Manor."

By the way, this Miss A'Zhu is also Prince Duan's daughter, and your sister, Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling already knew that Zhang Cheng had taken on the cases involving the Funiu Sect and Shaolin Temple, so they weren't surprised to see him mingling with the Murong family.

Upon learning that A'Zhu was also Duan Zhengchun's daughter, the two couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

Azhu felt their gazes and smiled somewhat awkwardly.

On the Murong family's side, A'Zhu and A'Bi were both gentle and mild-mannered, while Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e, though eccentric, were not inherently bad. The two sides greeted each other, thus becoming acquainted.

Zhang Cheng pulled Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling along, saying, "Let's go, don't just stand there like idiots, let's go inside and talk."

After saying that, he led the group toward the inn.

On the way, Zhang Cheng transmitted his voice to Granny Tong: "Sister Wu, are you alright if you don't drink raw blood for a day?"

The old woman glanced at him and transmitted her voice back: "Alright, it's fine for me to stop drinking raw blood for a few days. You should spend the night with your two little wives."

Zhang Cheng was taken aback by her words and politely looked away.

The group stepped into the inn. Zhang Cheng saw two familiar figures again in the lobby on the first floor.

One had black hair and carried a sword, while the other had gray hair and sat quietly; both were dressed in white, and they were none other than Duan Yu and Duan Yanqing.

Duan Yu saw Zhang Cheng and took the initiative to greet him: "Brother Zhang." Then, when he saw Li Qiushui following behind Zhang Cheng, he suddenly froze on the spot.

Zhong Ling was puzzled: "Brother Duan, what's wrong with you? You seem to be possessed."

Zhang Cheng guessed the reason. He shook Duan Yu awake and then introduced the others to Duan Yanqing and Duan Yu in turn.

Then Zhang Cheng introduced everyone: "This is Mr. Duan, a master of the Duan family of Dali. This is Duan Yu, the heir of the Prince of Zhennan of Dali."

After they got to know each other, Zhang Cheng booked a room and announced that they would rest in Guancheng for the day. Then he dismissed them and took Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling upstairs.

Mu Wanqing and Zhang Cheng's room was originally an upper-class room. After the three of them entered the room, they sat down facing each other at the square table.

With no outsiders present, the three of them fully engaged in "sharing their innermost thoughts."

Little Zhongling was the first to launch an attack.

She crossed her arms, puffed out her cheeks, and her big eyes were filled with a mixture of joy and grievance. Her voice even had a slight nasal tone: "Brother Zhang, you've gone too far! You just left like that without even saying goodbye!"

She grew angrier as she spoke, her little face puffed up like a pufferfish: "When Sister Mu and I woke up the next day, we found that you were gone, and we thought—we thought—"

She thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a clear answer. In the end, she just snorted heavily and turned her head away.

Mu Wanqing followed closely behind.

Unlike Zhong Ling, she wasn't excited. Her voice was soft, revealing no emotion: "I really didn't expect Grandpa Zhang to still remember us. I thought you were having too much fun traveling the martial world and had forgotten about us."

She paused, then added, her tone even more indifferent: "They didn't even say a word when they left, and now they suddenly want to introduce us?"

Zhang Cheng scratched his head: "Something came up and I was delayed—"

Mu Wanqing looked up at him: "You've been gone for so long, and you're already so busy? You don't even have time to write us a letter?"

Zhang Cheng felt a little guilty. He had actually forgotten to ask someone to send a message back.

Just as she was pondering how to coax him, Zhong Ling began to mutter softly, "That's right! Brother Zhang is really guilty. Sister Mu has been looking forward to your return every day, she can't eat or drink, and she's lost weight!"

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"Zhong Ling!" Mu Wanqing's ears turned bright red instantly, and her voice suddenly rose, "What nonsense are you spouting!"

Zhong Ling stuck out her tongue, shrank her neck, and muttered, "I'm just telling the truth," before Mu Wanqing glared at her again, and she stopped.

Zhang Cheng glanced at Zhong Ling, and when she winked at him, he immediately realized that the little girl was giving him a helping hand.

Good girl, if I were the emperor, I would definitely bestow upon you the title of Duke Protector of the Nation.

Distracted by Zhong Ling, Mu Wanqing could no longer keep a straight face.

She turned to Zhang Cheng and said, "Zhang Lang, I know you left without saying goodbye because you were afraid that we would be in danger if you took us with you. But do you know how we feel when you leave without saying goodbye?"

Besides, Ling'er and I are not unreasonable people. If there's anything you need to say, you can simply tell us directly.