Li Zhoujun took a sip of his wine, looking at the statue of himself atop Cloud Dwelling Mountain, and chuckled, "Do you remember the first time we officially crossed paths? It was over that little girl Su Nan, trying to make her our disciple."

Murong Xue sighed, "Who would have known you were hiding your cultivation back then? If it were you, would you have the heart to watch a genius with a Saint-Grade Ice Spiritual Root follow someone who couldn't cultivate?"

"Hahaha, true." Li Zhoujun laughed, "Do you remember Granny Golden Flower?"

"Pfft, of course, I remember. You got a bump on your head back then." Murong Xue giggled.