In a colossal city towering over the plains, countless cultivators were expanding the city walls. Teams of cultivators patrolled the skies, while another team set up formations around the massive city.
Within a tranquil courtyard stood a three-story Azure Pavilion. Beside it was an azure stone pavilion, where a graceful green-skirted woman sat, occasionally glancing toward the Azure Pavilion.
Inside the Azure Pavilion, a beautiful woman in a silver dress with an icy expression sat across from the Carefree Swordmaster at a tea table. A steaming pot of spirit tea and some pastries rested on the table, but the spirit tea before them had long since gone cold. The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
The Carefree Swordmaster wanted to say something, but seeing the silver-dressed beautiful woman's frosty face, he swallowed the words that had reached his lips.
"What? Now that you're here with me, you have nothing to say? Have I treated you poorly, or is that Fox Spirit refusing to let you see me? If you care so much about that Fox Spirit, then there's no need for you to see me. It'll save everyone the discomfort."
The silver-dressed beautiful woman spoke with a cold expression. From her tone, it was clear that she knew the Carefree Swordmaster.
The Carefree Swordmaster gave a bitter smile and explained, "Siruo, after all these years, you still haven't changed."
"Don't call me Siruo. Call me Lady Lin. Hearing you call me Siruo makes me sick. Go find your Rou'er. I've always been like this—I, Lin Siruo, am not Ye Rou'er. I can't be gentle. If you don't like it, then go to the South Sea and find her. Your hands and feet are your own; I never stopped you."
The silver-dressed beautiful woman spoke coldly. From her tone, it was apparent that