Lu Zheng asked, "By the way, Brother Hu, do you know Si Lingxi?"
Hu Yijun's hand trembled, and he nearly dropped the teacup in his hand. "Si Lingxi? How do you know her?"
"Uh..."
Seeing Hu Yijun's reaction, Lu Zheng's heart skipped a beat. He immediately asked, "I met her on Ten Thousand Pines Mountain. She was playing chess with Senior Ten Thousand Pines at the time. Is there a problem?"
"No, no problem." Hu Yijun shook his head. "I was just a little surprised. Then again, they say Si Lingxi is skilled in all four arts—qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting. It is perfectly normal for her to be friends with Ten Thousand Pines Daoist."
"This one is a big shot too?" Lu Zheng asked.
Hu Yijun easily understood what "big shot" meant, and looked at Lu Zheng with a complicated expression.
"She is far more than a big shot. In all of Southern Border, there are no more than ten who can stand shoulder to shoulder with her. Tell me, is she a big shot or not?"
"She's that formidable?" Lu Zheng was greatly shocked as well.
Southern Border was known as the Ten Thousand Mountains. No one knew how vast it was, and great demons and strange beasts emerged one after another. It could divide the realm evenly with the Central Plains, making the experts of the Central Plains dynasties afraid to venture deep into Southern Border. That alone showed its might.
To be ranked among the top ten in such a place, Si Lingxi's cultivation was probably comparable to the Jade Dragon King's, perhaps even greater. In any case, they were all figures standing at the peak of the pyramid.
Lu Zheng: () I can already sit down and eat with people like that?
Seeing Lu Zheng's