Invitation to Join the Wind and Thunder Pavilion

"Is it not a joy to have friends come from afar?"

"Please, have a seat, Miss Feng Qing Er."

Lu Yuan displayed a suitably surprised expression. He paused for a moment, but recovered in less than a second. Reaching out, he pulled back a nearby chair and gestured for Feng Qing Er to sit.

Then, glancing around, he took a kettle from the cabinet beside him and found two cups. He held one in his own hand and placed the other before Feng Qing Er.

Since Lu Yuan had invited her so courteously, Feng Qing Er could hardly refuse outright. Besides, although the setting was objectively rather simple, it was polite enough to put her at ease. It was far better than going to the rooms where the other survivors rested, where she would face either flattery, fear, or carefully concealed resentment.

Of course.

The disciples of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion were no pushovers either.

They could ignore the flattering ones.

They could brush off the fearful ones with a few casual words.

As for those harboring resentment, unless they were cultivators who hid it exceptionally well, their pills would generally be withheld. They would be given enough to get by, but losing one or two pills was no great matter.

Still, whether they were flattering, fearful, or resentful, dealing with them was not particularly pleasant.

The disciples of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion were all ordinary people.

At the very least, their character and temperament were perfectly normal.

Feng Qing Er was normal too.

Thus, she hoped for an equal conversation, preferably one with a measure of mutual respect. After all, she did not know any of these survivors. They were strangers, far from close enough for her to reveal her true personality.

She sat down.

She took