Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Chapter 421: Chapter 209: Desolate Snow on the Mountain Top! Joyful Arrival in the City, Father! (Seeking Subscription)_5

”Rogue... you cheeky fellow, joking at a time like this!” Song Yinghan gave Yuchi a playful light punch on his chest, her face flushed with embarrassment. Seeing his clear smile, she nodded, drenched in sweat: ”Give me a moment, I’ll change my clothes... Otherwise, it really will be like you said, and I’ll lose all face... It’s just too much.”

”Take your time, no rush.” Yuchi nodded with a smile, ”I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

”Alright.”

...

Yuchi went downstairs, the smile on his face gradually disappearing.

Later, he needed to visit the Imperial Decree Department to find that Demon-slaying Bureau member named Jia Yun, though Yuchi honestly didn’t expect to glean any useful clues from him.

”It’s highly likely Jia Yun doesn’t even know who the other party is. The other party might be a prominent figure operating in the shadows, someone who gives orders through letters,” he mused.

”If I were the killer, I certainly wouldn’t meet Jia Yun face to face. Jia Yun will inevitably be captured, so if he sees what I look like, that’s a variable I won’t allow. Would I let such a variable exist?”

From the current perspective, the other side indeed seemed an omnipotent figure, and such a twisted mind could be terrifyingly clever; they’d leave traces, but they wouldn’t make open mistakes.

Could Yuchi really learn the other party’s name through Jia Yun?

That’s just wishful thinking.

”Still, there’s no choice. What needs to be investigated must be investigated. If push comes to shove, apply some pressure, get some skilled people involved, then maybe it’ll help. At the very least, find out how the other party contacts Jia Yun.”

”One can’t just walk away from Jia Yun with the scant bits of information; even a tiny clue is still a clue.”

”The sketch being drawn slowly could determine the other party’s gender, so Jia Yun’s involvement won’t be in vain.”

First ascertain the gender, then the age, and gradually some more detailed contents, slowly identify who the person really is... That’s the way to eventually find out. Regarding such a ruthless case, it’s impossible for Yuchi to come to Canglan City and resolve it within a couple of weeks.

As Yuchi pondered these matters, an elderly man appeared before him, clad in white, donning a Black Armor Mask, with silver hair and beard, evidently a master.

It was Song Qingshan, none other than Song Yinghan’s father.

Song Yinghan had originally intended to visit an old acquaintance; she had even arrived at the doorstep, but seeing her old friend playing with a grandchild left her disheartened. She lingered outside for a while, pretended not to see, and carried on wandering aimlessly through Canglan City.

Muttering that Canglan City was just Canglan City, and vowing never to visit a place like this again, while also pondering about the whereabouts of her daughter, Song Yinghan.

Meanwhile, someone from the Ziyue Star Pavilion had already reached out to him, sending a message via carrier pigeon tracking the Jade Pendant he had, so it landed on his shoulder, informing him that Yuchi had arrived at the Ziyue Star Pavilion, prompting him to hurry back.

And there he was, just arriving at the Ziyue Star Pavilion, inquiring about Yuchi’s whereabouts with their leader, when he saw a black-clothed youth.

”That is Yuchi,” whispered the leader.

Yuchi: ”...”

He was perplexed. Who was this old man before him?

He looked quite skilled, wearing a mask like Song Yinghan, but instead of a White Fox Mask, it was a Black Armor Mask, and from behind it, a pair of brown eyes could be seen. The Black Armor Mask itself had a unique sheen, though its material was unknown.

Could he possibly be the father of beautiful Song?

Yuchi dismissed the thought. He knew Song Yinghan’s father was at the Star Observatory. With so much to attend to there, could such a prominent figure really come to Canglan City? Impossible.

It didn’t add up.

However, Song Qingshan took the initiative to speak, bowing to Yuchi: ”Young man, are you Yuchi?”

As Song Qingshan bowed, Yuchi reflexively bowed back, and upon hearing the question, he immediately responded, ”Yes, I am Yuchi. May I know who you are, senior?”

”I am the father of Song Datian, my full name is Song Qingshan. You may call me senior,” Song Qingshan calmly looked at Yuchi.

Yuchi: ”?”

Inside, a thousand horses galloped across his mind. Was his crow-like mouth this accurate? Impossible, he was known for his good luck, not as adept as Miss Shanlan, but at least recognized. How else would he meet Song Yinghan?!

But why, just moments before thinking this couldn’t possibly be Song Yinghan’s father, did it turn out to be her father! No logic at all—why would the father of such a beauty come to a place like this, to Canglan City? Besides, judging by his looks, he’s no spring chicken, was it a later-age daughter? If indeed a late daughter, then he was in danger.

Such people were certainly stubborn, and if he inadvertently offended him, what if he put obstacles for him? Wouldn’t he be doomed?