Not far away, in the small pavilion on the lake, Zhou Zuixi, dressed in a luxurious outfit woven from black and gold, had a smile on his lips and a gentle curve to his eyes as he loudly asked Zhou Yuqing who stood outside the pavilion.
At this moment, Zhou Zuixi indeed possessed an air of royal nobleness, that is, if he weren't holding a jar of wine, but a folding fan instead.
"Hmm? This senior... looks somewhat familiar?" Initially, upon hearing that a woman was able to articulate the Cultivation Technique he practiced, he thought an elder of the Immortal Dynasty was present.
Yet from a distance, he recognized no one, and upon a closer look, he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity for some reason.
"Which volume have you practiced up to?" Instead of responding, Zhou Yuqing asked another seemingly nonsensical question.
"The ninth volume..."
