A man in white rounded the street corner and walked toward her.
"Little Sister Xintong, I've been waiting here for you for a long time."
Zhao Xintong's tone was cool. "Did you need something, Young Master Yu?"
Young Master Yu stood with graceful, striking poise. Against the street scene in the setting sun, the two looked like a matched pair of jade figures.
Yu Buzhuo was a standout on four rankings: the Combat Strength Rankings, the Second-Generation Cultivator Rankings, the Wealth Rankings, and the Male Cultivator Dao Grass Rankings. He might not hold first place on any single ranking, but the all-round strength that earned him a place on all four made him indisputably one of the handful of top disciples in this year's Dao Academy cohort.
For someone like him, reaching Profound Connection was no problem. The only question was when he would break through.
He had begun pursuing Zhao Xintong several years ago. Despite her repeated, lukewarm refusals, his intentions had never changed, and his pursuit had become something of a romantic tale at Red Leaf Manor.
Practitioners their age could not yet be called true cultivators. Like ordinary people, they had colorful lives of their own and took pleasure in them.
"Shall we have dinner together? I know a newly opened wonton shop in the west of the city. It serves authentic Anhe flavors."
Zhao Xintong frowned. "You know I generally don't eat in the evening." Yu Buzhuo was not angry in the slightest. He had experienced such refusals countless times; one more made no difference.
"Well then, I know there's an Upper Cultivator giving a discourse at Little Mountain Hall tonight. A senior Spirit Sense Upper Cultivator from the Taihao Sect will be speaking in person, and the subject happens to be astrology. Would that interest