Pushing Through the Nascent Soul Realm

Inside Resting Room No. 13.

Wu Tao gave Ning Qiudao a disciple's salute, meaning to tell Ning Qiudao that he, Wu Tao, was still a disciple of the Ethereal Void Immortal Sect.

Ning Qiudao wore a warm smile on his face. He did not put on the airs of a sect master, but instead gestured to Wu Tao like an elder addressing a junior. "Sit down and talk!"

"Yes, sect master."

As Wu Tao spoke, he respectfully sat cross-legged opposite Ning Qiudao.

Then his gaze fell on the Spirit Tea cup in front of Ning Qiudao, which was already empty. He immediately reached out, took the Spirit Tea pot at the side, and filled Ning Qiudao's cup with both hands.

"Sect Master, please have some tea."

Ning Qiudao's gaze landed on Wu Tao. He nodded lightly three times in succession and said, "Not bad, not bad."

Wu Tao knew Ning Qiudao was praising him—praising his cultivation—so he responded modestly. Then he looked at Ning Qiudao, opened his mouth, and hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping short.

He very much wanted to ask about the existence behind Ning Qiudao, but he felt that when it came to an existence of that level, it was not very appropriate for him to ask. What if it put Ning Qiudao in a difficult position?

Seeing Wu Tao opening his mouth and hesitating, Ning Qiudao smiled and said, "If there is anything you want to ask, just ask boldly. There is no need to have misgivings."

Hearing Ning Qiudao say this, Wu Tao asked tentatively, "sect Master, that senior behind you?"

Ning Qiudao seemed to have long known that this was the question he wanted to ask. He answered, "You want to ask about my relationship with that senior, don't you?"

After asking in return,