This was indeed their first time meeting Ling Changqing. Previously, they had always dealt with Ling Qiyue, or occasionally Tang Qiu Yao.
They had already found Ling Qiyue stunning enough, but they never expected this handsome, black-clad youth before them—with his red lips, white teeth, and cold, austere temperament—to be even more exceptional.
'How fortunate the Ling Family is to have produced such an extraordinarily talented youth!'
'Perhaps… during the upcoming negotiations, we should consider offering the Ling Family more favorable terms?'
'After all, a family with such immense potential, one that might even become a Nascent Soul power, is worth our organization's investment.'
Ling Changqing smiled. "Fellow Daoists, you exaggerate. The greatest commerce associations in Yuzhou stand behind you. What kind of prodigies haven't you seen? These meager skills of mine are truly not worth mentioning."
