Song Yan was lying down when he suddenly heard footsteps outside his cave mansion. Without using his divine sense, he raised his eyes to look and saw a cultivator in blue robes appear outside the restraint.
This cultivator was someone he knew. A few years ago, he had invited Song Yan to visit the Hehuan sect women for entertainment, but for some reason, the invitations had become less frequent, only occasionally asking him out for a drink.
Even if it was "occasionally," the two could rightfully call each other friends.
Most cultivators here are diligent in their cultivation; being invited out two or three times a year indicates a good relationship, let alone this situation?
"Friend Shi, Friend Shi!" Zhao Nuo called out in a lowered voice.
Song Yan opened the restraint and stood up to greet him.
