For the next stretch of time, Fang Xi lived a thoroughly leisurely life.
Every now and then, he would encounter Tianqing Academy instructors in the Great Void Hall, out hunting down students who had skipped class; run into cultivators from Grind Sword Mountain at the Beast Fighting Workshop; or come across an attendant from Fengyuan House at Hundred Flowers Pavilion...
Of course, nobody noticed him at all.
After all, cultivators from major powers received preferential treatment wherever they went, and countless people wanted to make their acquaintance. Rashly approaching them to curry favor, without some major profit to offer, would accomplish nothing except lowering their impression of you.
Fortunately, Fang Xi was in no hurry. If one year was not enough, then ten years; if ten years were not enough, then a hundred!
With enough time, he would eventually become a familiar face.
Moreover, this approach made it less likely that others would regard him as an anxious sycophant. The greatest taboo when building connections was to reveal one's motives and be seen as coming solely for personal gain. Once that happened, it became difficult to win anyone's trust.
In the blink of an eye, another dozen or so years passed.
Yong Yun Small Shop.
Yong Yunmian skillfully cut and bundled stacks of talisman paper.
More than a dozen years seemed to have left not the slightest trace on this woman. She remained as sweet and tempting as a perfectly ripened honey peach.
After all, she possessed Return to Void cultivation at the very least, and had a long lifespan.
At that moment, she leaned forward slightly, allowing Fang Xi, who happened to walk in, to feast his eyes.
"Tsui!"
Yong Yunmian gave a disdainful spit, completely unconcerned.
She was already over a thousand years old, and had long