The wind blew fiercely and snow swirled outside.
Inside the golden ship.
There was a warm ambiance.
"Lord Lu, please have some tea…"
In the spacious main cabin, Li Yuanchun presented a cup of tea.
Lu Wufei retracted his gaze and watched as the mist from the tea cup coalesced into a beautifully intricate snow lotus, akin to a work of art. He picked it up, took a delicate sip, and started saying, "Master Liu, I typically spend my time in the mountains and have little contact with the outside world. I don't know much about your sect. If I speak out of line, please forgive me…"
Immediately, Elder Liu Jing responded, bowing his hands, "Not at all…"
"For one to spend his time introspectively cultivating in the blessed Fairy Mountain, is a dream all aspiring cultivators yearn for…"
"What's more, my Kunlun is located far away, atop Tianshan Mountain, it is mostly unknown to the common folk…"