"It was true," Chu Cichao muttered from the side.
Then he turned his gaze to Xu Zimo again, walked over, and asked with a smile, "You're that Profligate Young Master from the Taixiao lineage, aren't you?"
"Am I that famous?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.
"No, no, no. This young master had specifically kept an eye on you.
I admire you very much," Chu Cichao said approvingly.
"May I ask how I should address you, Young Master?" Xu Zimo asked Chu Cichao, pretending not to know.
"This young master is Chu Cichao—the Cichao from 'Bidding farewell to the White Emperor amid colorful clouds,'" Chu Cichao explained proudly.
"Oh my, so you are Young Master Chu.
I have admired you for a long time, but we never had the chance to meet. A pleasure, a pleasure," Xu Zimo said hurriedly as he rose and clasped his fists.
"You're too polite, too polite. We merely admire each other," Chu Cichao said with a smiling nod.
The people beside them watched the two acting as though they regretted not meeting sooner, and several black lines appeared across their foreheads.
These truly were the wastes of two sects, cherishing each other in mutual sympathy—commonly known as birds of a feather flocking together.
"Young Master Lin, if you ever have the chance, you must come to the Mountain River Sect and let me entertain you properly," Chu Cichao said with a smile.
"Certainly. The great gate of my Taixiao Peak will always stand open for Young Master Chu as well," Xu Zimo said with a nod.
After chatting for a few more sentences, Chu Cichao was pulled aside by his elder sister.
Lin Feng looked at Xu Zimo and said, "Little brother, it would be better to associate less with people like him