Seeing Lu Zheng's neither pleased nor modest expression, then Si Lingxi's calm and detached demeanor, Dongyang Zi finally discovered the similarity between them: neither cared about the eyes of the world.
It was perfectly normal for Si Lingxi to possess such a state of mind, and equally normal for Zen Master Dejie and himself, because they all stood at the pinnacle of this world. Indifferent to fame and profit, free of desire and demands, they naturally remained untroubled by external things.
But he truly had never seen such a state of mind in a young man like Lu Zheng.
"Not bad. No wonder you possess such Dao Comprehension. Back then, even Qing Song did not have your state of mind," Dongyang Zi praised.
Yet those words nearly broke Lu Zheng's composure. He hurriedly said modestly, "Grandmaster overpraises me. This disciple does not dare accept such praise."
"You deserve it, you deserve it." Dongyang Zi took another sip of tea, thinking, You even won over a three-thousand-year-old Fire Phoenix. Even I have to say I admire you. What is there that you do not deserve? Si Lingxi looked at Dongyang Zi. "Why has fellow cultivator come down the mountain to heal the sick and save people instead of remaining at White Cloud Mountain?"
The ways the three addressed one another were rather interesting. Lu Zheng called Dongyang Zi Grandmaster, Si Lingxi called Dongyang Zi fellow cultivator, while she and Lu Zheng addressed each other as husband and wife. Each called the others as they pleased, without the slightest awkwardness.
Dongyang Zi smiled faintly. "Sanjiang Province stands at the confluence of three rivers and holds an important position. Li Muran of the Directorate of Astronomy and Tie Yi of the Demon Suppression Division are personally stationed there, so there is naturally no