Thirty-Six Forms of Surging Waves
Shi Yue strode inside. The hall was empty.
When he reached the third floor, he saw a beautiful Purple Skirt Girl and Wang Yun. The Purple Skirt Girl was none other than Wu Ziyi.
Shi Yue should have met Wu Ziyi long ago, but other matters had delayed him, so he had put it off.
"Fellow Daoist Shi, I finally get to meet you in person. I was beginning to think that you were so busy with important matters that you'd forgotten about me." Wu Ziyi smiled warmly.
"Fairy Wu, you're teasing me. I was held up by something. Otherwise, I would have come to pay you a visit long ago." Shi Yue replied politely.
Wu Ziyi gestured for him to take a seat and invited Shi Yue to sit down.
Fine wine and an array of delicious dishes, pleasing to the eye and the palate, covered the table.
Wang Yun picked up the wine pot and poured a cup each for Wu Ziyi, Shi Yue, and herself.
"Senior Shi, thank you for saving me. Otherwise, I would never have seen Miss again. I'll drink first; please help yourself." Wang Yun raised her cup and drained it in one go.
Shi Yue nodded. "Fairy Wu, you didn't invite me here just to drink, did you?"
"I'm interested in that Void Pearl. Have you sold it yet, Fellow Daoist Shi?" Wu Ziyi got down to business.
Wang Yun tactfully bowed and withdrew.
Shi Yue shook his head. "I've already sold it to another fellow Daoist."
A look of disappointment crossed Wu Ziyi's face. "In that case, never mind. Fellow Daoist Shi is not only a Profound Alchemist, but also possesses considerable personal strength. That's quite rare. Allow me to offer you a toast."
Shi Yue lifted