Seclusion
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ye Futian was filled with emotion as he remembered the first time he had met the House Master of Taixuan and String Emperor.
The first time he had met the House Master of Taixuan, he had played her a song, and then she had brought him to Taixuan Mountain.
He had met String Emperor at String Pavilion, where he had given him a famous guqin and told him he could take anything within String Pavilion.
At that time, he was just a musician, not a disciple of Taixuan Mountain. But the two of them had not cared about who he was. It was just the same now. No matter who he was, as long as he was cultivating at Taixuan Mountain, he was their disciple, and they would not let the Golden Divine Nation hurt him.
A look of surprise came over the faces of the people of Linxiao City. String Emperor and Empress Yan had not even known Ye Futian's true identity. It seemed like he was not Lord Taixuan's secret disciple then.