Zhao Zuo poured them both some hot tea.
He then began to share his recent experiences in the Moyun Sect, from buying a Spirit Beast at the night market and changing his Main Cultivation Method to attending the lecture on the central platform.
Shen Yunjiao listened intently, occasionally asking a few questions. It was clear she was very interested in what Zhao Zuo had been through.
A gentle breeze brushed across their cheeks, cool and refreshing.
The setting sun filled the sky with an orange-red afterglow, which reflected in their eyes. But it was their hearts that felt the warmth.
"On the way back, I was ambushed."
Zhao Zuo said suddenly, his tone surprisingly relaxed. 'I held back during the fight, so it was never really a life-or-death situation.'
"Are you hurt?"
"No. The attacker was also holding back, probably worried about leaving clues to their real identity."
