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When Jiang Fu'an once again brought medicinal cuisine to the small courtyard where Zhao Lintang was temporarily staying, she still greeted him with a smile, and there was even a touch more intimacy in her words and manner than before.
Yet to his secret regret, that faint affection once visible in her eyes could no longer be found this time.
Seeing this, he suppressed the restlessness in his heart and stopped trying to take the initiative.
The gap between them was simply too vast.
In terms of age, he was already forty-six this year;
while Zhao Lintang was even a year younger than his eldest daughter.
In terms of cultivation, he was ostensibly only at the Qi Refining Third Layer;
while she had already reached Qi Refining Perfection, just one step away from Foundation Establishment.
As for family background, he was merely the patriarch of a small lineage;
while Zhao Lintang was a regional steward of Cosmos Pavilion, whose influence spread across the Azure Cloud Continent.
If he rashly revealed his feelings and she did not share them, even their current natural friendship would become awkward.
The friendship he had painstakingly cultivated would likely vanish without a trace before long.
Time flowed soundlessly like a stream, and in the blink of an eye, the day arrived when Zhao Lintang had fully recovered from her injuries and was about to depart.
That morning, the thin mountain mist had yet to disperse.
Dressed in a long green robe, Jiang Fu'an came to the residence halfway up the mountain to see her off.
"Daoist Jiang, thank you for going to the trouble of preparing medicinal cuisine for me every day and