"This..." Zhao Sanchong hesitated for a moment before saying apologetically, "My young master has never liked seeing outsiders."

  Seeing this, Wang Yuqi immediately shouted outside the shop, "Wang Si."

  Before her voice faded, the middle-aged coachman who had been guarding the shop suddenly took a step across the air, instantly traversing the distance of thirty feet to appear before everyone.

  He bowed forward, his expression respectful, and said, "Miss, what are your orders?"

  Zhao Sanchong was greatly shocked. The middle-aged coachman's skill was extremely high; he was clearly a top expert in the martial world, yet now he was actually a coachman for the Wang family.

  Wang Yuqi instructed, "Wang Si, have him take us to see his young master."

  "Hold on!"

  Seeing that the act was about to fall apart, Zhao Sanchong quickly shouted, "Don't do anything, I'll take you there."

  "Lead the way!" Wang Si said in a stern tone.

  A quarter of an hour ter, led by Zhao Sanchong, the group arrived at a refined and elegant courtyard.

  Before they even entered the courtyard gate, the Wang sisters heard bursts of zither music coming from the backyard.

  The music was sometimes majestic and grand, with a natural rhythm, its ups and downs like high mountains; at other times, it was gurgling and melodious, as gentle as flowing water, with endless meaning.

  Listening to such beautiful music, the Wang sisters couldn't help but immerse themselves in it.

  Seeing this, Zhao Sanchong couldn't help but admire the Ninth Young Master's cleverness and deep understanding of people's hearts.

  After a good while, when the music slowly weakened and dissipated, the Wang sisters woke up from their daze.

  Don't be surprised by the Wang sisters' loss of composure. The real reason lies in the fact that the Wang family's founder was a rogue cultivator.

  Because he mented the difficulty of cultivating immortality, the Wang family has always focused on it. Other skills such as zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting were all considered distractions.

  Therefore, Fragrant Swallow Valley was always very deserted, and the atmosphere was unusually dull. The Wang sisters had never heard such beautiful music in their lives.

  "Hurry up and take us to see your young master?" Wang Yuqi urged impatiently after waking up.

  Although Wang Yuyan, who was beside her, didn't speak, her expectant expression revealed her thoughts.

  "Please follow me, dies!"

  After Zhao Sanchong finished speaking, he immediately led the three into the courtyard, through the front hall, and then along a corridor. The group turned into a garden with artificial mountains and flowing water.

  Under an octagonal pavilion in the center of the garden, a white-robed young master with a face like jade, eyes like bright stars, and an outstandingly ethereal temperament was sitting behind a zither table, bowing his head and slowly tuning an ancient zither.

  As the saying goes, "Once Golden Wind Jade Dew meet, they surpass countless encounters in the mortal world."

  Zhao Sheng's painstakingly pnned scheme for the Wang sisters had an immediate and remarkable effect.

  Food and sex are human nature!

  It's not just men who love beauty; women are the same.

  Zhao Sanchong led the three to the vicinity of the octagonal pavilion and said loudly, "Young Master, we have visitors!"

  Zhao Sheng "seemed" to be awakened, and suddenly raised his head to look at the Wang sisters.

  So close.

  Zhao Sheng's extremely handsome face was dispyed before their eyes without any concealment.

  At the age of blossoming youth, which daughter wouldn't harbor romantic feelings? Even knowing that the person before them was a mortal, the Wang sisters couldn't help but feel a little moved.

  After a slight pause, Zhao Sheng asked in a deep voice, "Manager Zhao, who are they? Why did you bring them to see me?"

  According to the script, Zhao Sanchong introduced the Wang family's intentions to the young master and took the opportunity to bring up the topic of perfume and the destined person.

  After listening to Zhao Sanchong's words, Zhao Sheng finally smiled, and his attitude became gentle.

  He gestured with his hand, pointing to the futons beside the zither table, and said, "Please sit down, esteemed guests!"

  After exchanging gnces, the Wang sisters walked into the octagonal pavilion and sat down on the futons, their posture very dignified.

  "My name is Zhao Zhiqin. May I know the names of the two young dies?"

  "My name is Wang Yuyan."

  "My name is Wang Yuqi."

  As soon as Zhao Sheng finished speaking, the Wang sisters responded in unison.

  "Oh, so you are the Wang sisters. My respects!" Zhao Sheng nodded slightly with refined grace.

  Wang Yuyan said directly, "We are here today for that unique perfume. Young Master Zhao said that this perfume is only given to those who are destined. I wonder, who are you referring to as the destined person?"

  After hearing this, Zhao Sheng was silent for a moment. Then, in a low voice, he told them a tragic love story.

  This story was adapted from famous love stories of his previous life, such as the Magpie Bridge Meeting and Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

  It tells the story of a poor boy who fell in love with a rich man's daughter, but was eventually torn apart by the daughter's father. After being humiliated, the poor boy worked hard to practice martial arts and eventually became an Innate Grandmaster, while the rich man's daughter was forced to join a high-ranking family, and from then on, she became depressed and died early.

  "...Before her death, that pitiful woman, in memory of this love that ended without fruition, created a unique perfume in the world, named Golden Wind Jade Dew. A poem can attest to this!"

  Speaking of this, Zhao Sheng couldn't help but recite: "Skilled clouds weave fancies, meteors transmit sorrows, across the vast Milky Way in secret they pass. Once Golden Wind Jade Dew meet, they surpass countless encounters in the human world. Tender feelings like water, a beautiful dream of a date, how can one bear to look back on the Magpie Bridge's return? If love between two hearts sts for a long time, why should they be together day and night?"

  The charm of words can undoubtedly transcend time and space. Even in another world, the tenderness and poetic meaning contained in the Magpie Bridge Fairy's verses instantly touched a young girl who had not experienced much of the world.

  Hearing this poem, Wang Yuqi's eyes were blurred with tears, and she was so moved that she was about to cry, while Wang Yuyan's expression was calm, only her eyes had become much softer.

  Seeing this situation, Zhao Sheng nodded secretly in his heart, and finally deliberately sighed, "What is love in this world, that it makes people willing to give their lives for it? Golden Wind Jade Dew is only given to those who truly understand what love is."

  "Do you two dies think you are destined people?"

  Wang Yuyan and Wang Yuqi looked at each other and shook their heads.

  Born into a family of cultivators, the two had never experienced what love was. The cnsmen in the family were all married by their elders, and there was no talk of love at all.

  Zhao Sheng sighed softly, and after showing a regretful expression, he said with pity, "I'm sorry, it seems that Golden Wind Jade Dew is not destined for the two of you."

  Wang Yuqi opened her mouth to speak, but was pulled by Wang Yuyan next to her, and had to close her mouth again.

  "Young Master, we have gained a lot from hearing such a moving story. Since we are not destined for it, we will not force it."

  Wang Yuyan quickly regained her composure and suddenly said, "But I have a presumptuous request, I wonder if Young Master is willing to listen to me."

  "Please speak!" Zhao Sheng nodded.

  "I would like to ask if the young master has any intention of relinquishing the perfume formu?"

  Good heavens! I admit I'm lusting after your bodies, but you're no better, actually setting your sights on my hen that ys golden eggs.

  "Could it be that the value of perfume is far more than this?"

  A thought suddenly fshed through Zhao Sheng's mind, then he decisively shook his head and said, "The perfume formu was left behind by my ancestors, and it is not convenient to pass it on to outsiders."

  Wang Yuyan looked regretful after hearing this.