As it happened, the meeting place the Shengxuan Sect had arranged for Du Youqian and the Taihe Sect's Guardian Envoy was the very same pavilion where Fang Hua had once slain Zhang Hai.
Of course, whether this was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement was difficult to say.
A cool breeze drifted by. Across the sapphire-like surface of the lake, koi fish would occasionally leap from the water.
Beautiful servant disciples bustled about, while Spirit Fruits and Immortal Brews were piled high like small mountains.
The atmosphere inside the pavilion was also quite pleasant, with no hint of tension in the air.
The Taihe Sect's Guardian Envoy for the Wu Kingdom was named Du Ruyuan. Du Youqian recalled that he had a great-grandson with the same name, but this man was clearly not one of the descendants he had left behind long ago.
The man had a fair, clean-shaven face and a dignified bearing. He wasn't exceptionally handsome, but he possessed a certain dashing charisma.
