"Ning Xin, it's been years since we met, how have you been?"
Ning Daoran, clad in a blue robe, exuded an immortal charm, merely smiling as he looked at the other.
Zhang Ningxin was rather excited, "Very well... Senior Ning, would you be interested in tasting the spiritual tea of my Qianyuan Sect?"
"Certainly."
Inside the cave mansion, a cup of spiritual tea emitted an enchanting aroma. Zhang Ningxin personally brewed the tea, her face beaming with joy. She said, "Since we last parted, it has been over three hundred years since we last met. Over the years, Ning Xin has missed you greatly, but the affairs of the Qianyuan Sect have been too busy, preventing me from seeking you out."
"No matter, I've come, and it's all the same."
