Fresh rain fell on the empty mountain, and a cold wind suddenly rose.
At the New Elegant Bamboo Pavilion, the rain rang like bells.
Dressed in a fitted azure outfit, a woman with exquisite features tilted her head slightly upward, watching rain slide from a corner of the pavilion in an unbroken thread of water.
Zheng Zhaoling truly had not expected Cui Hao's remark that there was no hurry to mean he would actually spend five leisurely days in Cloud Dream Marsh.
Over those five days, he had discussed not a single piece of business, instead feasting and drinking to his heart's content with Cloud Marsh.
The only halfway decent thing he had done was probably finding time during those five days to see Yun Li once, but even then, he had left after only a brief conversation, leaving Yun Li to continue cultivating with single-minded focus.
She did not know whether Chu Xingchen's message really had not arrived or whether Cui Hao was doing this deliberately.
The shameless, utterly unassuming manner Cui Hao showed in her presence became something completely different before Cloud Marsh.
Before Cloud Marsh, Cui Hao always wore an air as serene as drifting clouds and a light breeze, yet brimming with confidence, and his words were deliberately profound, seemingly true yet not quite.
But as luck would have it, Cloud Marsh fell for precisely that.
As he listened, he would take on an expression as though he had grasped something, and after five days, Cloud Marsh's expression had become gentle as water, as though he had truly met a senior who understood him.
If Cui Hao stayed a few more months, getting Cloud Marsh to call him Brother Cui Hao might not be out of the question.
Cui Hao had always known what role to