Three days later.
Ye Changqing controlled the flying shuttle to land at the cold pool and asked:
"Where is Fellow Daoist Ji?"
Zhang Cuihua stepped forward and slightly bent her knees:
"Elder Ji is currently cultivating in his grotto mansion and will return at noon.
Please, Junior Martial Uncle, wait in the living room. I will brew you a pot of spirit tea."
Ye Changqing looked up at the height of the sun and waved his hand:
"No need to go to the living room. I'll just sit here for a while, and there's no need for spirit tea. I'll join you for lunch here."
There was still about half an hour until noon, and sitting alone in the living room seemed rather foolish.
"With a friend visiting, the ancestor will surely be pleased.
I'll get some dried fruit and pine nuts to pass the time. Please wait a moment."
With that, Zhang Cuihua ran towards the storeroom.
Ye Changqing chuckled softly and thought to himself:
'Fellow Daoist Ji's serving girls are all quite articulate.'
