The top floor of the Immortal Tower.
The river breeze carried warmth in the lingering glow of sunset.
Ye Wanzhou leaned against the window, gazing into the distance at the little boats drifting nearby, stirring ripples that also washed away the unease in her heart.
When immortals looked out from here, was she as insignificant as those little boats below?
"It's been years. When you left with the team leader back then, I even called you stupid. In the end, fools really do have their own luck."
The Mature Woman wore a constant smile, unconcerned that Zhang Miaoyu's status was now entirely different.
Zhang Miaoyu gave a little snort. "Now all you can do is envy me, Su Zhuo."
"Of course I'm envious. I don't even know which way the gates of the Eighteen Immortal Sects face, and you're already an envoy of the Heavenly Sect." Su Zhuo smiled and gathered her sleeves. "But leaving everything to other people while you sit back like this-won't the team leader scold you for being incompetent again if she finds out?"
Zhang Miaoyu shook her head. "This wasn't my job to begin with. The team leader said there were rumors outside that I'd been beaten to death for running my mouth. This matter happened to come up, so she had me stop by while I was at it."
"Hahaha, that does sound like the team leader. Straightforward, decisive, and always protective of her own." Su Zhuo nodded with a smile, then asked with a gossipy look, "Have you met Yuyang Daozi?"
"Not to brag, but what's Yuyang Daozi compared to this? I've seen Bai Xuanling with my own eyes! She even spoke to me."
"Bullshit. How is that not bragging? If you'd met Bai Xuanling, would you still be here talking to me?"