Saved by a young man of mysterious origins?

This instantly piqued Qing Jin, Zheng Tianhe, and Zhou Zhili’s interest.

Chang Guoke’s eyes filled with reminiscence. “That night, there was a sudden downpour. While seeking shelter from the rain, I encountered a man and a woman. At the time, I thought the blue-robed youth was the scion of some prominent clan, because he was simply too strange. He was traveling through the mountainous wilderness, but he didn’t just bring along a peerlessly beautiful servant girl; he even carried around a wicker chair big enough to lie down in….”

Zhou Zhili found it rather funny. “Someone sure knows how to enjoy himself.”

Qing Jin glared at him. “Don’t interrupt.”

Chang Guoke sighed. “What happened afterward proves that I misjudged him. That youth seemed like he was just in the Qi Accumulation Realm, but his powers were vast and inscrutable….”

With that, he told them everything that happened the night before, his words carrying a hint of lamentation.

By the end of this tale, even Zheng Tianhe couldn’t help but sigh. “A sword guiding the lightning and slaying enemies from afar? Aren’t those the methods of an Earthly Immortal?”

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