Li Xian's impression of Yan Shui Rou went no further than her being a superior immortal seedling from Great Zhou.
Beyond that, they seemed to have had no dealings with each other.
A superior immortal seedling...
That was far from poor among the Great Luo Immortal Sect's successive intakes of new disciples.
Zhuzhao Peak had a hundred thousand Xiantian disciples, and Youying Peak had thirty or forty thousand as well.
Of those thirty or forty thousand, fewer than a tenth were superior immortal seedlings.
Moreover, superior immortal seedlings were certain to forge superior Dao foundations, whereas among Zhuzhao Peak's hundred thousand Xiantian disciples, only one or two would break through every three to five years.
This intake had fared even worse.
In the two years since Li Xian arrived, not a single person besides Qin Wuyi had forged a superior Dao foundation.
Of course, An Jing, with his peerless Dao foundation, did not count.
But none of that was the point. The point was...
"We're not close. I won't go."
Li Xian gave his answer.
"Uh..."
Xiang Yangsheng was not surprised by Li Xian's response.
"When Yan Shui Rou asked me to invite you, I refused too. I tactfully told her that your time was precious and that you needed to cultivate hard in seclusion. Then she gave me a slip of paper and said you would understand once you read it."
"A slip of paper?"
Li Xian took it and unfolded it.
"Want to know why Liu Yanran chose you, then abandoned you?"
Liu Yanran?
Who?
Oh!
That woman with something wrong with her head who had begged him to kill her.
If Yan Shui Rou had not mentioned her, he would have forgotten.
"No."
Li Xian tossed the slip aside.
A moment later, however, he faintly began to