After the bustle had passed, the cultivators then respectfully invited Lin Xuan into the Spirit Boat.
"Young Master, please sit!"
All the cultivators were driven out by the two women. Liu Xin served fragrant tea, while Wu Yun'er personally prepared fine wine, melons, and fruit for Lin Xuan.
Although the two of them now possessed the bearing of sect masters, before Lin Xuan, they remained utterly respectful.
This was not because of the gap in cultivation. The two women's reverence came from the bottom of their hearts. As the saying went, brine sets tofu; one thing subdues another—this was probably exactly what it meant here.
What was so great about being the master of Baisuan Pavilion? If they could, they would rather be maidservants before Lin Xuan, making his bed and folding his quilts.
So long as Young Master did not disdain them.
Of course, such hopes were not something they could speak aloud.
"All right, no need for such ceremony. We haven't seen each other for several thousand years. I never thought I would still be able to reunite with you in the Spirit World. I'm very happy." A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth, and his expression was extremely gentle.
"Young Master, what about Miss Yue'er? After so many years, could it be that you still haven't heard any news of her?" Liu Xin's voice carried concern and curiosity.
"No. Yue'er is right here."
Before Lin Xuan's words had even fallen, he flicked his sleeve, and an ancient, simple scroll flew out.
It slowly unfurled—what a beautiful scroll it was.
There were mountains, water, and no lack of pavilions and towers, artificial hills and waterfalls. Everything fit together perfectly, looking almost like a fairyland of the mortal realm.
"This is..."
Curiosity appeared