"What does Fellow Daoist Zhou think? Is the scenery of this Chixia Mountain pleasing to your eyes?"
Amidst the Wilderness Jungle, atop a magnificently grand red mountain, the "Vermilion Bird Demon King" Zhu Zizhen and Zhouyang sat on a stone platform at the summit, sipping tea and admiring the picturesque landscape below.
"It is indeed a pristine Immortal Mountain, quite different from the demon king grotto heavens I've seen elsewhere."
Zhouyang casually agreed with Zhu Zizhen's words, but his gaze was somewhat evasive, appearing absent-minded.
Noticing this, Zhu Zizhen's expression slightly tensed, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as she straightforwardly said, "Fellow Daoist Zhou seems a bit distracted. Could it be that my hospitality has not satisfied you?"
