The woman in red standing beside him noticed this and a slight hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, but she remained silent, simply pressing her lips together and turning her head to feign interest in a luxurious piece of jewelry in the display case, shifting her focus, though her fingers instinctively twisted the hem of her sleeve.
Chu An was momentarily startled by the sudden conversation. She looked up, her clear eyes showing a trace of aloofness and vigilance as she returned the courtesy with a bow, her voice cold and indifferent: "A chance encounter, not convenient to divulge, I hope fellow cultivator understands."
The words were courteous, but the refusal was evident.
Seeing Chu An's refusal, Zhang Qingfeng's smile did not diminish, and he seemed even more intrigued.
He raised his hand, summoning the shopkeeper, who had been waiting respectfully nearby, instructing, "Bring out the set of Cloud and Mist Immortal Robe I ordered last month."
