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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-One: Will Not

A slightly regretful whisper drifted away with the rising incense, leaving the elegant and unique Jiangjing Pavilion in silence for a moment.

Xu Yuan looked up, a slight curve on his lips:

"Your Highness, since you've already arrived, why not come down for a chat?"

After a brief silence, a voice as serene as a still pond or a deep abyss suddenly rose from beyond the window sill, atop the upturned eaves:

"Third Young Master... You've actually noticed my presence?"

"Do not underestimate the Soul Condensation Realm of an Innate Taoist Body."

"..."

Whoosh——

Clothed in white, surpassing the snow, and with sleeves adorned with mysterious patterns, he floated down gracefully, landing beside the east-side window of the pavilion.

A white ribbon tied back his black hair; stepping forward, his hair, like flowing silk, fluttered, touching the ground without a sound:

"Is that so, this prince must have offended with his oversight."