After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Han Li appeared in the hall on the third floor and sat down with the flax-robed young maiden.
"Han Li, no, perhaps I should call you Senior now. In just a few hundred years' time, you've become a Mahayana Ancestor. Although I knew that with your talent, this day would eventually come, I never expected it to arrive so quickly." The flax-robed maiden covered her mouth with a smile as she spoke, showing no sign of unfamiliarity.
"Miss Lan, there's no need for formalities. Since we are old acquaintances, let's interact as we used to. But from what I see, it seems Guangyuan Residence already knows almost everything about the matters of the Origin Devil's land." Han Li smiled gently as he spoke.
When this woman helped him in the past, Han Li naturally wouldn't use the identity of a senior to pressure her.
