A rare expression of distress appeared on Tian Lingling's face upon hearing An Lin's question.
"What's wrong? Can't I?" An Lin asked worriedly.
Tian Lingling didn't reply. "Actually … you've interacted with Dongfang Xue before …"
"I've interacted with her?!" An Lin was shocked to hear this.
Tian Lingling chuckled. "Dongfang Xue is the Tranquil Celestial Maiden in the group chat!"
"Tranquil Celestial Maiden …"
An Lin's pupils contracted slightly as a series of images flashed through his mind.
The first time the Tranquil Celestial Maiden appeared in the group chat, she was so shocked by his terrifying rate of progression that she began to doubt her own life, upon which she vomited blood and fainted …
The second time the Tranquil Celestial Maiden appeared in the group chat, she immediately begged him to participate in the mission to kill the Evil Spirit King.
However, the group was already full of cultivators of the Tenth Stage Dao Body, so he refused her request …
"This …" An Lin was a little dumbstruck.
After a long while, he finally managed to spit out a few words. "What a cruel fate …"
Initially, he had a chance of getting an autograph from her due to their relationship in the group chat.
However, An Lin had unintentionally hurt her again and again. Now that he was begging her for an autograph, would she give it to him?
She would probably slap him in the face …
Who would be forgiven by the heavens!!!
An Lin's expression was deathly pale as he slumped into his chair.
Tian Lingling had also noticed this, which was why she wore a conflicted expression. She didn't know what to say either.
"Actually … it's not impossible to get an autograph, but the price is a little high …"
Tian Lingling hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"What's the price?" An Lin regained some of his composure as he looked at the troubled little face beside him.
"Big Sister Dongfang owes me a favor. Even though she never signs autographs, if I beg her, she'll probably agree. It's just that … you know … "Tian Lingling sighed as she rubbed her forehead." Favors are always easy to run out … "
An Lin thought for a moment before replying, "Twenty spirit stones!"
Tian Lingling was still a little conflicted. "To be honest, this isn't as simple as collecting pictures of fifty female cultivators …"
An Lin was just about to say "how about a hundred spirit stones" when Tian Lingling cut in. "Thirty spirit stones! I'll help you! "
An Lin blinked. "Err … okay!"
An almost imperceptible smirk appeared on Tian Lingling's face upon seeing An Lin's agreement.
He's really a fool with too much money … It's just an autograph, and I'm going to do it myself. Of course, Big Sister Dongfang will sign it, and I'll get another thirty Spirit Stones from him.
An Lin's lips curled up into a barely detectable smile upon seeing Tian Lingling's agreement.
Little lolis are so easy to deceive … It's just thirty spirit stones, and the commission is eight hundred spirit stones. I've earned a net profit of seven hundred and seventy spirit stones. So satisfying!
The two of them, who had their own thoughts, were both in a good mood.
Tian Lingling began investigating Dongfang Xue's whereabouts and learned that she was holding a concert in Chengdu tonight.
Hey, what a coincidence!
The right time, the right place, and the right people were all there!
The night was just right, and the concert had just begun.
An Lin and Tian Lingling would definitely make it if they rushed over now.
Thus, the two of them immediately set off for the concert venue.
Tian Lingling tried to contact Dongfang Xue, but she seemed to be busy and didn't reply.
Tian Lingling saw that this method wasn't working, so she immediately called the general manager of the Tianyu Corporation and asked them to immediately establish a green passageway to Dongfang Xue's makeup room.
Her identity as the daughter of the chairman of the Tianyu Corporation was really useful. In less than ten minutes, she had already established contact with all of the concert staff.
Soon, the two of them arrived at the concert venue.
Even though An Lin was still outside the venue, he could see tens of thousands of white glow sticks waving rhythmically. The venue was like a sea of snow, appearing holy and beautiful.
Her beautiful voice drifted through the air, intoxicating the listeners.
It had to be said, Dongfang Xue's singing was really good.
If An Lin was given a stool, he felt like he could sit outside the venue and listen to the end of the concert!
However, there were indeed many fans who brought over small stools and sat outside the venue, listening to the beautiful singing with intoxicated expressions.
An Lin did a rough count and found that there were at least a few thousand people …
He was speechless. The influence of Dongfang Xue's singing had once again refreshed his worldview.
These people most likely wouldn't be able to buy tickets.
However, a wall wasn't enough to dampen the enthusiasm of these people. They could still listen even if they brought over a small stool!
Tian Lingling led An Lin through the back door and arrived at Dongfang Xue's makeup room without any obstructions.
Dongfang Xue's manager, Ms. Liu, received them with a warm welcome.
Ms. Liu didn't know who this man was, but this petite and adorable young woman was Dongfang Xue's good friend. Furthermore, she had a terrifyingly powerful background, so she naturally didn't dare to slight her.
Dongfang Xue was still singing outside. She only sang five songs during the two-hour concert.
During the rest of the time, she would either have other invited guests sing or play some videos on the screen for the audience to watch. She was just that capricious!
At this point, she was already on her third song. This song was called "Painted City in the Sand".
Even in the makeup room, An Lin could still clearly hear her singing.
Dongfang Xue's light voice was interspersed with a hint of vicissitudes. Her singing was imbued with the helplessness and desolation of the vicissitudes of life.
As the audience listened, they couldn't help but think of a certain scene. It was as if they were witnessing a woman standing atop an ancient city shrouded in sand and wind as she sang a song of remembrance.
Singing could convey emotions, but it could also convey artistic conception.
It was quite clear that Dongfang Xue had executed both of these aspects to perfection!
The song drew to a close, leaving the audience with a lingering aftertaste.
Dongfang Xue was about to return, but An Lin was starting to feel a little uneasy.
On one hand, it was because of the ill-fated relationship between them …
On the other hand, it was because he felt like a fan who was about to meet his idol.
That's right, An Lin had already fallen …
Light footsteps drew closer and closer as an extremely pleasant voice sounded.
"Ms. Liu, brew a cup of jasmine tea for me."
Just as the voice fell, a woman pushed open the door and walked in.
She wore a long brown dress, and her figure was lithe and graceful. Her skin was as fair as snow, and her eyes were as limpid as autumn water.
This was an extremely beautiful woman with a classical charm.
For some reason, An Lin's heart slowly calmed down at the sight of her.
"Big Sister Dongfang!"
Tian Lingling pounced on her excitedly as soon as she caught sight of her, taking advantage of her height to bury herself in her chest.
Dongfang Xue faltered at first before patting Tian Lingling's head with a doting smile. "Lingling, why did you suddenly decide to come to my concert? Didn't you say you weren't interested in my singing?"
An Lin was enraged upon hearing this. She wasn't interested in her singing?
Was she even human?!
He didn't even realize that his die-hard fandom had already been activated …
Tian Lingling wrapped her arms around Dongfang Xue's slender waist with a wide grin. "I missed you!"
"You're such a sweet talker!"
Dongfang Xue pursed her lips into a smile before turning to another man.
Tian Lingling noticed her gaze and immediately asked, "Big Sister Dongfang, guess who he is?"
Dongfang Xue carefully inspected the handsome man before her.
The man was giving her a fawning smile, but she had no recollection of him at all.
In the end, she could only shake her head in confusion. "Don't keep me guessing. Who is he?"
Tian Lingling leaned over to Dongfang Xue's ear with a sly smile. "Do you remember Fake Daoist Priest Little An …"
Dongfang Xue blinked upon hearing this as a series of memories surfaced in her mind.
Then, her gentle and beautiful face turned from sunny to gloomy, and she took a deep breath.
"Ms. Liu, see them out!!!"
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