Song Wen replied with a smile, "So you are Qiao Mengyu. Even at the threshold between life and death, your master was still worried about Miss Qiao. The bond between master and disciple is truly deep, enough to inspire envy."
"Thank you, Senior, for saving my master. I will never forget your great kindness."
Qiao Mengyu bent her knees slightly and gave a graceful bow. Yet her eyes continued to scrutinize Song Wen back and forth.
"I merely did what little I could. Miss Qiao need not be so courteous." Song Wen changed the subject and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this, Miss Qiao?"
Qiao Mengyu said, "It is nothing. It is only that Senior's build somewhat resembles an old acquaintance whom I have not seen in forty years."
Song Wen's heart gave a slight jolt. He silently praised the woman's keen observation, but his expression remained unchanged.
"For this person to linger so deeply in Miss Qiao's thoughts, they must have been extremely important to you."
Qiao Mengyu glanced at Bai Wei beside her, and a smile immediately appeared on her face, though it carried a faint bitterness.
"It is all an old tale from years gone by. Please forgive my lapse, Senior."
"Gou Jun."
Bai Wei's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting their conversation.
With a wave of her hand, a full set of table, chairs, and tea utensils appeared neatly upon the deck.
"Please take a seat. We can discuss matters at leisure."
Song Wen naturally had no objection. He sat facing Bai Wei, while Qiao Mengyu stood behind Bai Wei.
After Bai Wei poured Song Wen a cup of spiritual tea, she formed two hand seals and activated some kind of array.
In an instant, a transparent barrier condensed, enveloping the entire flying ship.