"Guest, your tea." A voice came from the side.
Fu Qingjun raised an eyebrow, "Just leave it here."
"Alright."
The attendant turned and left.
Fu Qingjun sat in the tavern drinking tea, his gaze fixed on a distant table where a beautiful woman, with a hairpin adorning her black lustrous hair, was drinking tea.
"My dear disciple, it has truly been a long time." Fu Qingjun mused,
Beside him, many young men also glanced at the woman with expressions of admiration.
"The young lady of Baiyun Prefecture is indeed beautiful."
"She excels in poetry, songs, and all forms of literature, I've heard she's quite talented in cultivation as well."
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