As the National Preceptor of Xihe, most of Shu Daiman's time was spent observing the ebb and flow of Xihe's fate, ever vigilant against any unforeseen surprises.
Getting to drink this freely like now was a rare luxury.
He suddenly missed the days before he'd become a Grandmaster—back then, he really could do whatever he wanted. Now that he'd ascended to Grandmaster, his cultivation had grown, but ironically, living as he wished had become impossible.
But at the end of the day, this was precisely Shu Daiman's own choice.
He shook his head, scattering away those tangled thoughts, then looked at Ye Liuyun before him with feigned curiosity.
"People say you're a young Grandmaster, but I don't know exactly how old you are?"
Shu Daiman hadn't read much of the intel concerning Ye Liuyun.
A lot of things—he reckoned—were always more reliable heard firsthand than from others' reports.
Seeing Shu Daiman's obvious curiosity about Ye Liuyun,
