In a flash, Shangguan's boy Shangguan Zifeng figured out some key points, but he rather wished he were stupid and ignorant, ignorant of everything. With a hint of gloom, he spoke, "Nalan Fusui, please don't tell me you have attained immortality as well? Otherwise, how on earth did you suddenly appear before me out of nowhere? There's quite a distance from the main gate of our courtyard to this pavilion."
Shangguan's boy Shangguan Zifeng didn't realize that the person standing before him was Nalan Fusui and yet, not solely Nalan Fusui. He mistook Nalan for someone who had incredibly good luck to have chanced upon an opportunity to turn into an immortal.
"You know me? And who is Nalan Fusui?"
Shangguan Zifeng's words baffled and bewildered Shangguan Qingchen. He himself was even more clueless as to why this mansion prompted in him an inexplicable sense of familiarity and belonging, and why the young man before him seemed so trustworthy.
