Snow-Holding Mountain

The two big shots were trading barbs high in the sky, and Jiang Wang couldn't find a way to interject.

Fortunately, thanks to Ye Lingxiao's cover, he hadn't exposed anything more.

Wishing to show off a little in front of Ye Lingxiao as a gesture of gratitude, he had put his heart and soul into tending to that fish.

Before long...

The fish was burnt to a crisp.

The clouds were deathly quiet. The charred scent drifted lightly, like a fish swimming back and forth under the noses of the transcendent cultivators. It was a bit mischievous, a bit provocative.

Ye Lingxiao's expression remained blank. "If you have business, return to the Pavilion."

His eyebrows twitched as he added, "And take your grilled fish with you."

Du Ruhui burst into laughter. "Pavilion Master Ye, the fish may not be happy, but I suspect you aren't exactly happy either."

Having lost face in front of his great backer, Jiang Wang could only grab the pitch-black "grilled fish" and slink away.

Everything in Cloud City remained as usual; most people had no idea that a powerhouse had visited. The world of cultivators and the world of ordinary people were often worlds apart.

Du Ruhui was the Prime Minister of the Zhuang Kingdom, busy with a thousand tasks a day, and Ye Lingxiao, as the High Heaven Pavilion Master, was the pillar behind the entire Cloud Kingdom. Some conversations between the two were not meant for Jiang Wang's ears. He was sensible enough to know that.

The two old acquaintances did not chat for long. Once they stood on different sides, whatever friendship they might have once shared could only fade.

Jiang Wang waited in the sky above Cloud City for a while before seeing Ye Lingxiao drift toward him.

He hurried forward