The night before leaving, Ji An hosted another banquet at the Tripod Fragrance Pavilion.
Today, Liu Yu and Chu River were out on a mission, and Wei Songnian was busy with business, so only Zhang Yuanshan and Zhao Mengyao came.
All were cultivators hailing from the Cyan Pine Daoist School of Little Cang Mountain, creating a more harmonious atmosphere among them.
After three rounds of drinks, Zhao Mengyao raised her delicate eyebrows, her features picturesque:
"Senior Brother, your smile is reserved, looks like you gained a lot."
The order among the disciples of the same sect is determined by the time of entry, while other cultivators rank by cultivation level.
She naturally called Ji An "Senior Brother," though she secretly resolved to work harder in the future, not wanting to fall too far behind him.
"Am I showing it that obviously?"
"Not too obvious, just that the corners of your mouth are almost curling up to the sky."
"Hehe," Ji An grinned, and said:
