Fang Cheng laughed unrestrainedly. "Meeting like this is fate. Since you appreciate good wine, Fellow Daoist, why don't you join me for a drink?"
The Female Cultivator, who he suspected was the Nine Nether Saintess, Bing Wuyi, gave a gentle smile. She elegantly lifted her snow-white feet from the water and glided across the waves, stepping onto Fang Cheng's raft.
'She must be using a sophisticated disguise Divine Technique.' Fang Cheng studied her for a moment but couldn't find a single flaw.
An intoxicating fragrance, like that of winter plums, wafted over, stirring something within him.
"I am You He, of the Guan Yue Cao Family. May I ask your name, Fellow Daoist?" the Female Cultivator said, introducing herself with a slight curtsy toward Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng once again picked a name from a novel from his past life. "I am Li Feiyu," he said impassively. "People call me the Fierce Tiger Taoist. I'm just a simple Loose Cultivator."
