Yang Yunqiao, who was standing quietly nearby, stepped forward lightly, grasping the pot with her slender hand to pour him a cup of Spirit Tea. The fragrance lingered, refreshing the soul.
Shen Xuan lightly touched the warm rim of the cup with his fingertips, seemingly having finally made up his mind, he looked up and said, "Patriarch Yang's hospitality is overwhelming, yet I, as a junior, cannot decline it. To settle in Siming Mountain for three to five years and cultivate with a calm heart is indeed a fine thing. However, I dare not neglect my studies even for a moment."
"This matter is easily resolved!"
Yang Shengguang clapped his hands and laughed, "I will have Zhao'er prepare a Tier Two Upper Grade Fire Spirit Cave Mansion for you. Mr. Shen can reside as an Honored Guest, without anyone disturbing you on ordinary days."
He paused slightly, then casually asked, "I wonder if Mr. Shen has dabbled in any cultivation techniques besides cultivating?"
