Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1421 - 1418: Proud Female Disciple

The woman who walked out glanced at Lin Tian and the others. Perhaps she noticed that Wang Wanxi was the oldest, so she assumed she was the leader. The woman approached Wang Wanxi and asked, "Who are you? What is your business at Qinglan Garden?"

The woman was dressed in a women’s shirt, a black skirt suit, stockings, and high heels. It was clearly a work uniform, devoid of any jewelry, with her attire and hair neatly styled. She spoke directly and succinctly, perhaps unwilling to waste time on strangers.

Wang Wanxi also spoke straightforwardly: "I am Wang Wanxi from the Wang Family, I am here to see your Pavilion Master."

Although she had married into the Yun Family, Wang Wanxi introduced herself as being from the Wang Family, not the Yun Family. Lin Tian speculated that this was because they were dealing with people from an Ancient Martial sect.

No matter the wealth or reputation of the Yun Family, it means little in the Ancient Martial World. To deal with people from this world, one must have the identity of an Ancient Martial Artist.

The young woman frowned slightly, presumably because she had never encountered anyone who directly sought out the Pavilion Master. To be able to mention "Pavilion Master" suggested an identity not belonging to an ordinary person, as ordinary people wouldn’t even know of the existence of the Qingshuang Pavilion Master.

Knowing that this woman couldn’t make the decisions, Wang Wanxi said directly, "Please inform the Steward of Qinglan Garden that I have a letter for the Pavilion Master."

As she spoke, she took out the letter and showed the envelope to the woman, but did not hand it over.

"Please wait a moment." The woman, being direct, turned and went inside.

A few minutes later, another person walked out from the doorway—a middle-aged woman, older than Wang Wanxi, likely in her forties. Her hair was styled up, and she wore a black embroidered long dress, with a full figure, although she was over forty, her figure and skin were well-maintained.

Most remarkably, the middle-aged woman was barefaced. These days, even young women dare not go without makeup, let alone a woman in her forties. On the streets, most women in their forties or fifties wear heavy makeup, looking quite awkward. But this woman’s natural beauty was refreshing.

Of course, Lin Tian had seen many bare-faced beauties, including Miss, Tang Ziqing, and Wang Wanxi, who often went without makeup. Even Zi Yan was charming and alluring, although she usually wore light makeup. This might be the difference between Ancient Martial women and non-Ancient Martial women.

"So it is Miss Wang. We haven’t seen each other for years, but you still look as radiant as ever; you haven’t changed a bit." The middle-aged woman said with a smile, albeit with a polite tone, implying familiarity but not intimacy.

Wang Wanxi stepped forward but before doing so, she quietly left a word to Lin Tian and the others: "This woman is Shen Danxi, an Outer Pavilion Female Disciple of Qingshuang Pavilion. Usually, Outer Pavilion Female Disciples don’t reside in Tang City, but because she’s the Steward of Qinglan Garden, she is stationed in Tang City. Next, you should not speak rashly, the women of Qingshuang Pavilion are all very proud."

A smile played on Lin Tian’s heart as he thought, I’ve already experienced it. Tang Ziqing always wears a cold expression as if she has pride written all over her face. And then there’s Miss, who was formidable—with instant fights or dismissive actions whenever she met people. Pride is just an understatement; it’s outright domineering.

Wang Wanxi didn’t know Lin Tian’s thoughts. After leaving a word, she greeted Shen Danxi, and amidst Lin Tian’s surprised gaze, the two exchanged the fist-palm salute.

In modern society, handshakes are more common; the fist-palm salute has almost faded away. You primarily see it in the Martial Arts World, where it carries deeper meanings.

For example, the fist-palm salute during sparring represents different meanings; right palm over left fist or left palm over right fist follows strict etiquette. The Tao Te Ching mentions: a gentleman values the left during residence, and the right during warfare. Left symbolizes auspiciousness, right symbolizes inauspiciousness. Thus, right palm over left fist represents a life and death duel, while left palm over right fist signifies ordinary sparring.

After saluting, Wang Wanxi politely said, "I apologize for the unexpected visit today. Please forgive the intrusion."

Shen Danxi simply smiled in response but didn’t acknowledge the words, instead saying, "Our people reported that Miss Wang wants to visit the Pavilion Master and holds a letter personally from Mr. Wang. May I have a look?"

Hearing the woman’s words, Lin Tian felt a cold smile in his heart. The women of Qingshuang Pavilion were indeed proud, not even exchanging extra polite words, directly demanding the letter.

Wang Wanxi, however, maintained her good temper, keeping a genuine smile. Faced with the woman’s pride from Qingshuang Pavilion, she still exuded elegance and a refreshing grace.

Wang Wanxi took out the envelope and handed it to Shen Danxi. Seeing the "To Master Tang" written on the envelope, she dared not open it herself. After inspecting it, she returned it to Wang Wanxi.

"Miss Wang, please come in. It won’t be until evening that we can enter the mountain to meet the Pavilion Master. I will first bring you inside to settle down." Shen Danxi stated directly, not waiting for Wang Wanxi to offer any other suggestions before turning to lead them into Qinglan Garden.

From the moment she swept an initial glance upon leaving, Shen Danxi hadn’t truly looked at Lin Tian and the others once, not even a glimpse. Lin Tian and Ghost didn’t mind, indifferent to others’ perceptions, or more precisely, disdainful.

In contrast, Yun Xiaotian, the little brat, couldn’t hold back. At the opening ceremony of Tianxue Jewelry, faced with Li Wenrong’s aggressive sarcasm, Yun Xiaotian didn’t back down, defiantly confronting the Li Family’s third young lord.

Despite his delicate appearance, Yun Xiaotian actually had quite a temper, at least possessing the pride of a Yun Family heir. Only facing Lin Tian did he fully reveal his simple side.

"Hmpf..." Yun Xiaotian snorted, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Lin Tian patted his shoulder, comforting him, "Kid, keep calm. A man who gets angry just because someone doesn’t look at him properly is rather petty. Remember your grandfather’s elegance when cultivating on the lake—that’s a true man."

"Does a true man have to be like that?" Yun Xiaotian retorted.

Faced with such a question, Lin Tian was momentarily speechless and could only nod, "If you want to be a man, that’s how it should be."

"Oh..." Yun Xiaotian lightly murmured, then lowered his head, his lips moved slightly, muttering something unknown.

"What are you muttering about? Hurry up, they’ve gone inside. If we don’t go now, we might be blocked out." Lin Tian patted Yun Xiaotian and started walking forward.

The three of them went through the archway entrance, which opened onto a winding Lin Yin Road, spacious with tall trees on both sides, trees whose age likely exceeded a hundred years.

Walking on Lin Yin Road, the air carried a faint fragrance that was soothing. Lin Tian examined the surroundings and finally concluded that the scent emanated from a nearby ancient tree.