Zhao Sanshui knew Carefree True Immortal's strength quite well. Even two Carefree True Immortals combined might not be able to defeat him!
He had dared to come to Red Leaf Ridge because he believed that even if he could not win, as long as he remained vigilant enough, escaping would not be a problem.
After leaving his clansmen behind, he continued deeper into Red Leaf Ridge, strolling along with complete ease.
After turning a corner, he saw a pavilion up ahead.
The pavilion was extremely crude, with practically no decorations. Even the pillars and the inside of the roof were unpainted, exuding a rugged simplicity.
There was a stone table and four stone stools inside the pavilion. They were equally rough, yet gave off a desolate, ancient feeling.
A middle-aged man sat on one of the stone stools. There was a pot of clear tea and four teacups on the table.
The man was drinking tea. When he saw the handsome youth approach, he raised his brows slightly. "Your taste... isn't very good."
"You're already in the Nascent Soul Realm. Why make yourself suffer?" Zhao Sanshui replied indifferently.
Then he walked into the pavilion and casually took a seat. "How should I address you, Fellow Daoist?"
"Call me Chaoyun." The Paranoid gestured toward the teacups. "Pour it yourself if you want some. What do you want?"
"Your aura isn't very pure," Zhao Sanshui said. He was not someone who only knew how to take what was thrown at him.
A great family with a legacy spanning tens of thousands of years possessed an exceedingly deep foundation, and it showed in every aspect of their conduct.
The Paranoid merely smiled dismissively. "Then I'll take that as a compliment."
Although the members of the team came from the Spirit Severed World and