The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Jiang Yuan, dressed in plain clothes, stepped out.
This Jiang Yuan was born with crystalline skin and bones, fine eyebrows and captivating eyes, a pair of phoenix eyes that exuded a sharpness amidst charm, not possessing the delicate weakness of ordinary women, but instead appeared gallant and dashing.
Jiang Yuan did not perform the customary bow like other women but instead clasped her hands towards Zhong Lin and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Zhong. I didn't expect that the one escorting us to the Capital this time would be you."
"You know me?"
"Senior Brother, you must be joking. Who in the Sword Cauldron Sect does not know you, Senior Brother Zhong? After all, Fourth Grade Alchemists are even rarer than Upper Third Grades Martial Artists, and besides, you're so young." Jiang Yuan said with a light smile.
The man who had just been talking to Zhong Lin widened his eyes in shock, looking at Zhong Lin.
A Fourth Grade Alchemist?
