Some friends from the Western Sichuan Sword Pavilion and the White River Sword Pavilion visited often, so the mountain-guarding formation placed no restrictions on them. Zhou Qingyun was among them.
Zhou Qingyun entered with light steps and a beaming smile, only to discover that two other people were there besides Cheng Xinzhan.
She immediately reined in her smile, transforming in an instant into the Azure Cord Sword Master whose illustrious reputation shook the North.
"I didn't know you were entertaining guests, fellow Daoist. How presumptuous of me. I'll come another day."
With that, Zhou Qingyun made to turn and leave.
"Stay, Qingyun. It's fine. They're both new friends, and this is a good chance to introduce you."
Cheng Xinzhan beckoned her over. They were merely chatting, not discussing anything important. How could he let someone leave after she had already stepped through the door? That would be far too discourteous.
Zhou Qingyun did not truly want to leave, either. The Sword Pavilion was growing larger, its people more numerous and its affairs increasingly demanding. Having finally found some free time, she naturally wanted to spend a while at Guanxuan Monastery.
"Then pardon the intrusion."
She readily accepted and entered the monastery, sitting neither too close to nor too far from Cheng Xinzhan.
"Qingyun, let me introduce you. This is a fellow Daoist I've just met, called..."
"Abbott, there's no need to trouble yourself with introductions. Fellow Daoist Zhou and I know each other."
Huyan Jun spoke with a smile.
Zhou Qingyun nodded as well.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist Huyan."
Cheng Xinzhan was unsurprised. They belonged to the same generation in the two great Xuanmen schools and were both disciples of their respective headmasters. There was nothing strange about their acquaintance.
"Greetings, Senior Zhou!"
At that moment, Yu Nanlin suddenly straightened her