The old man stroked the lifelike green lotus without speaking, only calmly saying:
"Yin'an, you are already nineteen..."
Zhou Yin'an respectfully replied:
"Yes, in a month's time, it will be my birthday, and after that, I will be nineteen."
Zhou Hebi sighed and murmured:
"Nineteen, if you were still in the Wu Country at this age, wherever you go, you would be a promising talent of remarkable literary charm, ha, liking one country over another doesn't matter, they are all here; Chu Sheng is unrestrained, Wu Territory is vivacious, even walking the Jianghu, there are young heroes from various sects to accompany you."
"Great lakes and mountains, you can look and play to your heart's content."
"Why would you want to be in this place with nothing? Accompanying those grassland barbarians who understand nothing? You've suffered."
Zhou Yin'an shook her head and said:
