Consort Rong heard this and a faint smile appeared on her mature oval face.
But it was unclear whether it was a bitter smile or a joyous one.
"Indeed, the royalty receives tribute from the world. Once you enter the palace, you are above billions!" Her tone was calm, without answering Li Jizhou's question.
"Tell me about the female cultivators you've met during your travels."
"Alright!" Li Jizhou nodded, while pouring water over Consort Rong's smooth, fragrant shoulder, he recalled: "During my travels, I encountered many female cultivators, the first being the eldest daughter of Qi Stone Pavilion in Yunzhou City..."
True masters always speak the truth, but Li Jizhou hadn't reached that level, he could only manage nine truths and one lie.
He first chose to speak of Fang Qingwei, focusing on the words 'Yunzhou'.
Caught off guard, when the word 'Yunzhou' was spoken, Li Jizhou distinctly felt the fine pores on Consort Rong's fragrant shoulder contract.
