The speaker was dressed in a light blue long robe, with sleeves like flowing clouds and hems like ripples. He had a dignified appearance and a smile on his face.

“Who is this guy?”

Chen Qingyuan glanced at the young man and turned to ask Song Ningyan.

“A bothersome fellow,” Song Ningyan whispered through sound transmission, “I accidentally ran into him a while ago, and he’s been following me ever since. I can’t shake him off.”

Song Ningyan had tried to deal with the blue-robed youth, but to no avail.

“He’s taken a liking to you?” Chen Qingyuan immediately understood and transmitted back.

“Hmph!” Song Ningyan snorted softly, not bothering to answer.

This guy has poor taste!

Chen Qingyuan glanced at the blue-robed youth again, muttering to himself.

Although his junior sister was quite attractive, her personality was too cold and aloof, lacking the allure typical of young women.

“Let’s get to the point. Do you know where we are?”

No more teasing; it was time to talk business.

“A few days ago, there was a strong fluctuation of laws in the glacier area, attracting many Heaven’s Pride from the surrounding areas. When we arrived, we saw a cave and were sucked in by a remnant of law power. Many people speculate that this might be the cultivation place of an ancient powerful figure.”

Song Ningyan shared all the information she knew.

“Oh?” Chen Qingyuan frowned slightly, looking around and noticing the ancient Dao Marks at the edge of the island, indicating their age.

While he was thinking, the blue-robed youth’s face showed a hint of displeasure. Earlier, out of respect for Song Ningyan, he had lowered his stance to greet Chen Qingyuan, but Chen Qingyuan ignored him.

“I am Feng Lai from Penglai Manor. How should I address you, Dao Friend?”

The blue-robed youth named Feng Lai was a core disciple of Penglai Manor, one of the thirty-six sects in the Imperial Province.

Although he was just a mid-tier core disciple, he was arrogant and looked down on cultivators from outside the Imperial Province.

A few days ago, Feng Lai had encountered Song Ningyan and thought he could easily win her over with his background.

Who knew Song Ningyan wouldn’t fall for it, leaving Feng Lai frustrated but determined to persist.

Just now, Song Ningyan had suddenly smiled and called Chen Qingyuan “Senior Brother.”

Feng Lai thought he had a chance to show his status, expecting Chen Qingyuan to fawn over him, thereby highlighting his own position and winning Song Ningyan’s favor.

“I don’t know you well enough for pleasantries.”

Chen Qingyuan waved his hand dismissively, ignoring Feng Lai.

Since his junior sister disliked Feng Lai, Chen Qingyuan naturally wouldn’t associate with him and would keep his distance.

Even when making friends, one had to be selective.

There were countless cultivators in this world; Chen Qingyuan couldn’t befriend them all and was bound to make some enemies.

“You…” Feng Lai’s face darkened, dropping his pretense, and said coldly, “You ungrateful wretch! It’s your honor that I wish to associate with you.”

“Are all core disciples of Penglai Manor like you?”

Chen Qingyuan chuckled.

The island wasn’t large, and many people heard the commotion, turning their attention to them.

“How dare you!” Feng Lai’s face turned red with anger, “If you dare speak ill of Penglai Manor again, I will make you pay!”

Penglai Manor was a top sect in the Imperial Province and couldn’t tolerate any slander from outsiders.

Among the hundreds of people on the island, some were Heaven’s Pride from sects in the Imperial Province, while others were from other regions.

The crowd watched the scene unfold, not intending to intervene, their eyes full of amusement.

“Isn’t that monk from the Eastern Land a Buddha’s child?”

“Seems like it.”

“Why would a Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land be here?”

Many eyes secretly observed Daochen Monk, communicating through sound transmission.

Daochen Monk didn’t mind the attention, standing quietly and reciting Buddhist scriptures with lowered eyes.

“Junior Sister, this guy has poor taste and isn’t very bright. Don’t you think?”

Chen Qingyuan turned to Song Ningyan.

“Yes,” Song Ningyan nodded without hesitation.

Then she felt something was off, her expression turning strange.

This guy indeed wasn’t very bright.

But who was he referring to when he said poor taste?

Realizing this, Song Ningyan’s face turned colder, feeling extremely displeased, “Chen Qingyuan, what did you mean by that?”

“Nothing, Junior Sister, don’t be angry.”

Chen Qingyuan coughed lightly and quickly apologized.

Seeing how quickly he apologized, Song Ningyan let it go, knowing it wasn’t the first day she knew him.

“Miss Song, don’t be angry on my account.”

At first, when Feng Lai heard Song Ningyan agreeing with Chen Qingyuan, his face turned ashen.

But then, seeing Song Ningyan scold Chen Qingyuan with anger, Feng Lai misunderstood, thinking she was speaking up for him, and felt touched.

“What’s it to you? Get lost.”

Song Ningyan glared coldly at Feng Lai, giving him no face.

When they first met, Song Ningyan had given Feng Lai some face, but later, Feng Lai kept boasting about the Imperial Province and belittling other regions, making him extremely arrogant and annoying.

“You!”

Feng Lai couldn’t hide his anger and was about to make a move.

If Feng Lai dared to attack, Chen Qingyuan wouldn’t hold back.

At that moment, the law vortex in the sky stirred again.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to it.

With a “plop,” a man in plain clothes appeared, landing in the center of the island.

As he appeared, most of the people present showed expressions of surprise.

The one whose expression changed the most was Feng Lai, who exclaimed in shock, “Su… Senior Brother Su!”

The newcomer was Su Xingyun from Penglai Manor, someone Chen Qingyuan had met before.

Many people knew that among the younger generation of Penglai Manor, the strongest wasn’t the Holy Son but the so-called madman, Su Xingyun.

If it weren’t for Su Xingyun’s unpredictable nature, the position of Holy Son would have been his.

“Who are you?” Su Xingyun didn’t recognize Feng Lai, glanced at him, and asked coldly.

“I am a disciple under the Fourth Elder, named Feng Lai.”

Cold sweat appeared on Feng Lai’s forehead as he bowed in greeting.

“Oh.” Su Xingyun didn’t care and walked straight to Chen Qingyuan, a slight smile on his lips, “Chen Qingyuan, right? We meet again. What a coincidence.”

Not long ago, Su Xingyun had left the quiet forest and discovered this glacier area. By chance, he entered the ice cave and arrived here.

“Indeed, a coincidence.”

Chen Qingyuan believed he hadn’t been followed and thought it was a genuine coincidence.

“I’m in a very good mood today. How about we sit down and have a drink?”

As he spoke, Su Xingyun took out two jugs of wine, and with a wave of his hand, a table and chairs appeared in front of him, inviting sincerely.