Immortal Swan Pavilion.
Zi Mei'er sighed faintly. "A thousand years have passed, but City Lord Shen has not come to admire the dance. It seems that Mei'er's appearance is difficult to enter City Lord Shen's eyes. Forget it. Mei'er has decided to set off tomorrow to return to the Heavenly Mystic World."
The shopkeeper wanted to persuade her to stay, but he swallowed his words. "Fellow Daoist Zi is an outstanding beauty. However, City Lord Shen is a prodigy of our human race. Most of his energy is focused on cultivation and he doesn't care much about the mortal world. Otherwise, he would definitely understand Fellow Daoist Zi's heart.
"And there are many outstanding people in the Abyss of Supreme Darkness, other than City Lord Shen. Fellow Daoist Zi, you might be able to settle for the next best thing. It might be a form of cultivation."
