"Please, Fellow Daoist Yu."
Song Wen raised a hand and gestured toward the mountain gate.
A crack immediately opened in the barrier above the gate.
"Since Fellow Daoist has extended such a gracious invitation, I shall not stand on ceremony."
Yu Hua smiled sweetly, then flew leisurely toward the mountain gate.
As Song Wen watched her graceful, alluring back, a strange look flashed through his eyes.
Wasn't entering the Leng Residence your own request?
Song Wen moved and caught up with Yu Hua, traveling alongside her.
The two passed through the mountain gate, flew several hundred li farther, and finally entered Song Wen's small courtyard.
Beneath the shade of the courtyard's green pines, Song Wen and Yu Hua sat facing one another at a stone table.
They sipped spiritual tea as they exchanged pleasantries and chatted.
Their conversation ranged from the distribution of power and feuds among the various Rogue Cultivator factions of Floating Dust Ridge to some recent movements by the Divine Blood Sect.
After chatting for nearly half an hour, Yu Hua abruptly changed the subject.
Her bright eyes fixed directly upon Song Wen. Her voice was affected, intimate, sweet, and soft.
"Fellow Daoist Yinshuo, to be honest, from the very first moment I saw you, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with you, as though we had already known one another in a previous life. Then, after speaking so pleasantly with you, I felt all the more that I had met you too late..."
As she spoke, a thin veil of springtime desire gradually clouded Yu Hua's shimmering eyes, leaving them hazy with a touch of shyness.
Song Wen could not help but become somewhat wary.
He did not believe that Yu Hua, a dignified Integrated Body Middle Stage Cultivator, would so easily fall for him.