The Most Polite Seeker of Methods

From up close, An Lingzhen's face appeared even more breathtakingly beautiful. Her skin was white and lustrous as jade, and there was a trace of the profound charm of the Dao following nature between her brows.

She was not at all surprised by Ye Li's appearance. She merely slowly straightened her back, her deep, waterlike eyes settling on him.

"I heard from him that you have something important to ask me?"

An Lingzhen's voice rang out at just the right moment, clear and cool to the ear, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Ye Li's gaze swept over her figure. After sensing that undeniably majestic aura, he went straight to the point.

"I want the method to advance to the True Spirit Realm."

At those words, An Lingzhen shook her head without concealment.

Then, her eyes lowered slightly. Her calm tone carried an unquestionable finality as she bluntly refused.

"The method I cultivate is an untransmitted secret of my sect. It concerns the foundation of our Dao Lineage and cannot be passed to outsiders."

"Really not possible?"

"Not possible." An Lingzhen still had her eyes closed, her tone utterly flat. "If that is the only reason for your visit, then please leave."

Her words already carried an unmistakable intent to see him off.

Yet Ye Li acted as though he had not heard her.

Not only did he not leave, he instead walked straight to the stone table in the pavilion and sat down on the stone stool opposite An Lingzhen.

The atmosphere within the pavilion instantly became somewhat stagnant.

An Lingzhen's brows knitted slightly as she was about to ask, "You..."

But Ye Li suddenly interrupted her. His voice was not loud, yet it possessed an icy, piercing force.

"Not long after I arrived in the Capital City, one night,