South City.
It was still that inconspicuous shop. However, the words on it were exceptionally eye-catching—Spring Garden.
Shen Ping stood at the door. The wind blew. The wide sleeves on his body fluttered. He looked at the plaque. In his eyes, the ordinary words were as heavy as a mountain.
"Fellow Daoist, you're welcome to come again."
Hearing the voice, Shen Ping's gaze moved down and he looked at the figure in the pink dress who had personally sent the cultivator away. He was stunned.
The embroidered pink dress was also stunned, but she quickly came back to her senses. A standard warm smile appeared on her beautiful face as she walked forward and said, "Fellow Daoist Shen, no, it's Senior Shen. Welcome to Spring Garden!"
They stepped into the shop. They arrived at the private room on the second floor. Shen Ping looked at the beautiful figure he had once admired and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Fellow Daoist Su, long time no see."
