Within the pavilion, Zhang Yu sat facing Zou Zheng. Azure Sunlight came forward to pour tea for them both, curtsied, and withdrew.
Adjusting his glasses, Zou Zheng studied Zhang Yu. In the past, his adopted son had been suffused with the ethereal aura of an immortal; one glance was enough to tell that he was a cultivator. Yet now, upon looking again, he instead seemed somewhat like an ordinary living being—though one could still sense at a glance that he was different.
In the past, whenever Zhang Yu stood among a crowd, people would always notice him first. Yet now, he seemed to have melted into heaven and earth; unless one deliberately looked for him, one would not notice him at all. Zou Zheng said with feeling, "Little Lang, your cultivation has improved again."
Zhang Yu said, "After the battle in the Upper Layer, I gained a little. It was not only I; my fellow cultivators also gained something."
Zou Zheng asked curiously, "What exactly happened in this struggle in the Upper Layer? Could Little Lang tell me about it?"
Zhang Yu nodded. "Since Foster Father asks, of course I can."
The battle of Dao methods in the Upper Layer involved the profound mysteries of countless Dao methods. Were it an ordinary cultivator, there would be no way to speak of it at all. Even hearing the slightest mention could easily bring the pressure of the principles of the Upper Layer down upon them.
Fortunately, his adoptive father's level was high enough. He was among the very peak group in the Lower Layer and could understand some of the mysteries of the Upper Layer. Although the specific clashes of Dao methods were still beyond his comprehension, there was no problem in recounting the general course of events.
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