When Shen Wan was about to step into the living room, Yu Ci had just stood up.
To be honest, in such a large residence without domestic servants and maids, letting guests walk straight from the front door into the front hall was a rather discourteous behavior. However, Yu Ci believed that Shen Wan would not mind this; after all, strictly speaking, there was still some slight friction between them, and a bit of aloofness would be more conducive for the two of them to strike the right balance.
Yu Ci's gaze pierced through the interval of light and shade between the inside and outside of the hall, landing on the female cultivator's face. After a brief pondering, he cupped his fists and greeted her with a smile, "Shopkeeper Shen, we parted in a flurry last time, failing the obligations of an old acquaintance. Forgive me, forgive me."
When Yu Ci calmly spoke of an "old acquaintance," a barrier seemed to shatter silently between him and the female cultivator. Originally, when Shen Wan entered the hall, she still wore a faint, professional smile, but at this moment, the smiles in her brows and eyes were vivid and lively as she adopted her old form of address:
"It truly is Immortal Yu."
As she spoke, Shen Wan offered a respectful curtsy, her posture gentle and pleasing to the eye. Yet such etiquette still revealed the distance between them, and of course, a hint of vulnerability as well; the subtlety of it all lay entirely in the heart. Once the courtesy was done, the female cultivator said:
*"Back at Red Fang Workshop, it was merely a fleeting glance, and I dared not confirm it. Coming to pay a visit also felt presumptuous. Now all is well, saving much awkwardness—Immortal Yu is indeed