Zhang Yuelu was startled to hear that Sage Pei had arrived, so she quickly turned her attention to the stairs.0

Not long after, a Daoist priest in black attire and a long mustache walked up to the second floor. It was Pei Xiaolou.0

Everyone, including Yuan Chongzong, stood up and saluted the Sage.0

Pei Xiaolou perfunctorily returned the salute.0

“Miss Zhang, I haven’t seen you since we last met in Shangqing Palace. How have you been lately?” Pei Xiaolou stroked his mustache with his thumb as he walked toward the round table where Zhang Yuelu was sitting.0

Zhang Yuelu suppressed the shock in her heart and greeted him. “Thank you for thinking about me, Sage Pei. I’m fine.”0

Pei Xiaolou walked up to a gentleman and knocked on the table. “Excuse me, please move.”0

The gentleman did not dare to refuse a Sage. He quickly stood up and gave his seat to Pei Xiaolou.0

Pei Xiaolou sat down and clicked his tongue. “You’re fine? It seems that Brother Qi doesn’t have much standing in your heart then.”0

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone felt...0