Chapter 5108: Cold Dismissal Editor: Misty Cloud Translations Hearing this, the few who had been about to ask questions immediately turned their gaze toward the hall entrance. When they saw that familiar figure approaching at a leisurely pace, they instinctively rose to their feet. There she was—that crimson figure, as dazzling as ever in their memories. The familiar face, the familiar form, stirred a surge of excitement within them. "Feng Jiu." They called out in unison, smiles lighting up their faces. "Long time no see. How have you all been?" Feng Jiu entered with a smile, her gaze sweeping over the four before nodding approvingly. "Not bad. After all these years, you all look much more mature." "You haven’t changed a bit," Duan Ye remarked. "No, no, you have. You’ve become even more refined and poised," Song Ming chuckled, his gaze fixed on her. Indeed, though Feng Jiu remained the Feng Jiu they knew from years past, time had transformed them all. She was no longer the mischievous, cunning, and unrestrained girl she once was. The weight of experience had honed her into a woman of grace and restraint. "We never imagined we’d see you again. The moment we heard you’d returned, we dropped everything and rushed over," Ning Lang said with a warm smile, looking at her. "Feng Jiu, it’s so good to see you." "Yes! It’s so good to see you!" Luo Fei chimed in. Hearing this, Feng Jiu smiled, gesturing for them to sit. "I’m so glad to see you all too. Honestly, this place is just perfect! All my familiar friends and family are here. I’ve only just returned, and you’ve all come to see me." Familiar friends gathered together, and laughter filled the air. After sitting down, everyone exchanged pleasantries and small talk. Before long, more laughter drifted in from outside. "I knew this place would be lively. Hear that? I was right, wasn’t I?" Wanyan Qianhua’s voice came from outside, sounding as if she were talking to someone. Recognizing the voice, Feng Jiu was slightly surprised. Rising to go out, she saw her sister and someone she hadn’t seen in ages—Wanyan Shisan—had arrived together. "Hahaha, Feng Jiu, remember me?" Wanyan Shisan laughed heartily, striding in. "How could I forget you?" Feng Jiu replied with a light laugh. "It’s been a long time, that’s for sure." Her gaze shifted to Wanyan Qianhua. "Sister, how come you’re here with him?" "I happened to be visiting the Wanyan family. Hearing you’d returned, I wanted to see you. Uncle Shisan came along." Wanyan Qianhua smiled softly, her eyes sweeping the room. Spotting several familiar faces, she remarked, "Seems everyone came to see you the moment they heard you were back." "They just arrived too. Come, come inside." Feng Jiu invited them in, while Luo Fei and the others stepped forward to greet them, following inside as well. In stark contrast to the lively chatter and laughter inside, the Black Tortoise Monarch, left outside the mansion gates, wore a somewhat gloomy expression. He knew Feng Jiu might not see him this time, but he hadn’t expected her to simply leave him waiting like this. As a monarch, being turned away at the door was profoundly awkward. To storm off would be unbecoming, yet to stay felt equally unbearable—truly a dilemma with no easy solution. Ultimately, it stemmed from his past mistakes. Had those events not occurred, he wouldn’t face such cold treatment today. Recalling Feng Jiu’s words, a strange unease stirred within him. Could it be... that they truly had no connection to Hao’er anymore?