While Li Zhōujūn was listening to the storyteller's tale,
Yue Qingdai, wearing a veil, walked into the teahouse and sat down beside Li Zhōujūn.
A fragrant breeze unique to women swept over him.
Li Zhōujūn knew it was Yue Qingdai without even looking. For one, Yue Qingdai's scent was distinctive; for another, Li Zhōujūn's Spiritual Sense was now incomparably powerful.
"Did you put on makeup?" Li Zhōujūn asked with a laugh.
"Hm?" Yue Qingdai was slightly stunned. She couldn't figure out why Li Zhōujūn had suddenly asked that.
"Does the smell of cosmetics on you seem to have seeped right into your flesh?" Li Zhōujūn continued.
Yue Qingdai: "..."
At that moment, Yue Qingdai felt an urge to get up and leave.
Why did I come looking for this guy?
Was I just looking for trouble?
But when she remembered that she still had something to ask of Li Zhōujūn, Yue Qingdai smiled and said, "I rarely put on makeup. I only wear light makeup when I'm meeting someone important."
"Oh? You came looking for me because you have something to do, right?" Li Zhōujūn asked bluntly.
"Er, can't I come looking for you when there's nothing going on?" Yue Qingdai countered.
"If there's nothing going on, why are you looking for me? Doesn't the Dao Tian Immortal Palace need managing?" Li Zhōujūn asked again.
"...Do you know why you still don't have a Cultivation Partner?" Yue Qingdai asked.
"You don't have one either." Li Zhōujūn curled his lips. "I'm still young, not even five hundred years old. Unlike you—you've lived for hundreds of thousands of years and still don't have a Cultivation Partner."
"That was too much." Yue Qingdai wanted to curse him.
Li Zhōujūn said nothing more.
Yue Qingdai was helpless. "Fine, I really did come to ask