Ying Lingzhu: It Wasn't Easy for Baosheng to Survive This Long

Tianrui Holy City.

Hidden Immortal Lake.

Lakeview Heaven Pavilion.

This was one of the Holy City's finest restaurants, built directly atop a sixth-grade water-element Spirit Vein beneath Hidden Immortal Lake.

Their luck was good today. Not long after they sat down, spirit mist curled upward, and a tender, lingering spirit rain came pattering down.

At this moment.

At an open-air private table in a prime location, Wang Baosheng and Ying Lingzhu sat facing one another, dining and chatting together.

Rain fell all around them, painting a scene too beautiful for words. Even the air seemed to carry an indescribable, ambiguous intimacy.

"Brother Yu'an." Wang Baosheng happily raised his cup. "Hearing you speak is better than reading for ten years. Your ideas just now on how to curb bureaucratic corruption were exceptionally ingenious and cleared the fog from my mind. Let me toast you."

"Little Brother Baosheng, that phrase of yours—'absolute power leads to absolute corruption'—was what truly made one slap the table in amazement. Once I return, I shall carefully ponder your words." Ying Lingzhu had rarely encountered someone who could discuss such matters with her, and she was in an excellent mood.

She was currently disguised as a man. Since Wang Baosheng had not recognized her, she had simply given him her younger brother Ying Yu'an's name.

Still, although she and Wang Baosheng got along remarkably well, she could not help feeling that the atmosphere of this dining spot was somewhat strange, giving her an inexplicable sense of awkwardness.

"That was something my ancestral grandfather said." Wang Baosheng looked faintly embarrassed. "This little brother merely borrowed it."

"Little Brother Baosheng comes from a family steeped in learning, and your breadth of knowledge has already astonished this Ying." Ying Lingzhu was not disappointed in the least. Instead, she praised him.