Zhang Deming, who had just fought a Three Talents Great Demon with such flair, felt like he was about to fall apart by the time he returned to the Flying Spring Waterfall Tower.
'Etiquette...' Only now did Zhang Deming truly understand what it meant to be an Upper Sect, what a ten-thousand-year Inheritance entailed.
Even putting on a pair of socks was a particular affair. 'Right now, I feel nothing like a carefree immortal. It's just one trivial damn thing after another!'
Mentally and physically exhausted, he headed back to the Flying Spring Waterfall Tower. Before he even arrived, another person came up to greet him.
Wang Qian, who had been following him the entire time, glanced at Zhang Deming's weary expression. In a rare move, she stepped forward, blocked the person with an icy look, and said, "Master is tired. If you have business, please discuss it tomorrow."
Song Huidong paused slightly, looking Wang Qian up and down.
