At the question, Cui Zhaowei steadied her mind and answered with composure:
"My Dao epithet is [Zhuanyang]."
Cui Zhaowei was a sword cultivator, so her Dao epithet naturally evoked metal, stone, and calamity. Its imagery was quite fitting.
Zhang Yuan considered it briefly, then nodded with a smile. "Then I must pay my respects to [Sword Immortal Zhuanyang]. If anything comes up in the future, I'll have to rely on you, Miss Zhaowei."
He was only teasing.
Cui Zhaowei had attained the Celestial Person realm barely three months ago, even counting generously. She might not have forged her Dao domain yet, whereas he was already at the celestial mid-stage and possessed mystic wonder. How could he possibly need to rely on her?
"Mm."
Cui Zhaowei was reserved, offering only a soft murmur, as faint as a mosquito's hum.
She owed Zhang Yuan many favors and had yet to repay them all. If he ran into trouble, he would not need to come asking for help. As long as word reached her, she would immediately set aside whatever she was doing and rush to his aid.
Xiao Yuanjun laid out the bedding in the East Room while Zhang Yuan caught up with Cui Yuanxi and Cui Zhaowei. He remained at Brightheart Residence until the sun set before leaving for the banquet at the Cui Residence.
Sunset.
The demonic calamity had receded, and the Nether Bureau's great yin spirit qi and mysterious yin death qi had dispersed. Most of the Ya Kingdom's refugees gathered in the Capital City had also left, unwilling to linger there, and returned to their hometowns.
Several disasters had struck in succession.
Although the Ya Kingdom Capital City had not been at the heart of the disasters, as Zhang Yuan walked toward the Cui Residence in the