Nice Conversation

Without much conversation as they ate, Ming Ze finished his food quite quickly.

He ate up to three plates.

It was indeed too delicious, if there was an extra plate, he would definitely finish it.

When he finished his drink, he looked satisfied.

"Was it delicious, Fellow Daoist?" Xia Qinghe asked, smiling faintly indicating that she was pleased.

"I must admit that your cooking is above average," Ming Ze replied, not directly saying that her cooking was the most delicious.

That was also impossible. If he said that, it would make it seem like he had never eaten delicious food elsewhere.

"However," he continued, "what makes your cooking better is the sincerity that can be felt when you eat it."

Of course, he would give her additional praise, and that was indeed something he felt.

Xia Qinghe seemed to be a little embarrassed. She finally chose to clear the table.

However, she still spoke.

"I'm happy if you like my cooking. If you want more later, you can come see me, I will definitely cook for you," she said.

Words like that, whether she was serious or just saying them, but for Ming Ze this gave him room to tease her.

"What if I wanted to every day?" he asked with a faint smile from holding back laughter.

This woman was intelligent, but she had too pure a personality, or perhaps it was because she was too nice.

Making her awkward was a piece of cake.

Hearing his question, her face instantly froze.

"I think it's impossible, you're a busy person, there's no way you can come every day," she said.

From the looks of it, she seemed to really think that way.

"What if I stay every day?" Ming Ze gave her another question.

This time, it wasn't just her face that froze, even her entire body froze even if only for a moment.

And apparently, she was starting to have trouble responding.

Even she became nervous without her realizing it.

Occasionally, she glanced into Ming Ze's eyes, as if wanting to know what exactly his intentions were.

Fortunately, Ming Ze spoke again, "I was just joking, Miss Xia. Of course, it's impossible for me to stay here every day. Not to mention the fact that I'm not a disciple of the Holy Light Sect, even if I become a disciple, it still shouldn't be because we're not husband and wife."

Xia Qinghe was finally able to calm down after hearing Ming Ze's words although when he spoke of husband and wife, it made her feel strange.

However, it turned out that Ming Ze added, "if you allow, I probably won't wander around the world anymore and will just spend my time here, enjoying your cooking every day."

Xia Qinghe, "..."

The woman's breathing actually became rather quick, she just managed to hide it.

Only she herself knew how messed up her mood was right now. Her body sometimes became warm and sometimes became cold.

Ming Ze seemed to be joking, but it was a joke that could also be taken seriously.

Despite her ideology of only wanting to focus on Dao, Xia Qinghe inexplicably felt that she was enjoying this strange conversation.

However, because of her ideology, she quickly suppressed that feeling.

She thought about what answer she needed to give to Ming Ze.

In theory, it should be easy for her to say that there was no way she could allow him to stay in her pavilion every day because it was unreasonable, but somehow she found it difficult to say that.

Her heart might allow Ming Ze to stay every day.

For Ming Ze himself, this pavilion was almost his home as well. This was not without reason, but because he landed in its swimming pool.

Isn't your home the first place you come to?

Knock! Knock! Knock!

As it turned out, the pavilion door was knocked again when the atmosphere between Ming Ze and Xia Qinghe had already reached an inexplicable point.

Having wanted to avoid this conversation, Xia Qinghe was happy that someone knocked on her pavilion door.

She let out a sigh of relief.

"Who?" she asked quickly.

"It's me. I know you're with Ming Ze, there's something I want to talk to you two about." A man's voice responded from outside.

Ming Ze didn't know whose voice it was, but Xia Qinghe suddenly said, "Sect Master!"

The woman was shocked and confused as to why Sect Master would suddenly come to her pavilion.

She stared at Ming Ze for a while and finally used her strength to clear the table, moving all the plates and cups into her storage ring.

After that, she stepped to the door, opening it, revealing the figure of the Sect Master.

Because she opened the door wide enough, so Ming Ze could finally see the man.

Someone who was above the Infinite Sovereign, just by looking at him, he could feel the vast power from him, like an ocean that could ravage a vast land.

"Sect Master, what do you want to talk to us about?" Xia Qinghe asked him.

She was confused because the man not only wanted to talk to her, but also to Ming Ze.

Even Ming Ze was surprised, yet he felt this might be related to the ancestors.

"I just talked to the ancestors," the Sect Master replied, just as Ming Ze had guessed.

Xia Qinghe knitted her brows at that, seemingly wondering what they were talking about.

It wasn't something she could guess.

In the end, she invited the Sect Master to enter the pavilion.

After the man entered, she closed it again.

She then invited him to sit on the main seat which was basically at the end between the seats she and Ming Ze were sitting on.

"What did you talk to them about, Sect Master?" Xia Qinghe couldn't help but ask as she sat down.

The Sect Master didn't answer right away, he looked at Ming Ze first, then afterwards looked at Xia Qinghe again.

He looked at them back and forth, more than ten times which made them feel strange.

"Qinghe." When he finally spoke, his eyes stopped on the woman.

"Although you just met Ming Ze, but everyone knows that you look comfortable and familiar with him. We know that there is no evil magic at work here, you feel at ease purely from your heart. The ancestors said that they allow you to marry him as long as he is willing to support you in becoming an Immortal."

Ming Ze, "..."

Xia Qinghe, "..."