Invitation

Having finished discussing the first matter of business, Duàn Yì was about to ask Ding Ling about Prince Duan's current situation. After all, there was an eighty- or ninety-percent chance that the East Sea Dragon Subduing Diagram was being kept close to his person.

Before he could speak, a young, powerfully built figure hurried through the door. He first saluted the three of them, then reported that the Zhenbei King's Mansion had sent a guard to deliver a letter.

Duàn Yì and Ding Ling exchanged a glance, smiles appearing at the corners of their lips. It seemed Xia Hong not only could no longer sit still, but was desperate.

"Good. Go invite him in. Do not slight him."

At Ding Ling's instruction, the young man quietly withdrew. Judging by his movement technique, he was actually a first-rate martial artist.

Duàn Yì could not help but marvel at how talents abounded beneath Ding Ling and how formidable her strength was. No wonder the Yellow Heaven Demon Venerable thought highly of her and was willing to back her.

Though she was only a woman, so long as she had strength, means, and cunning, what great undertaking could she not accomplish?

The only pity was that Duàn Yì truly had no interest in schemes of power and hegemony. His ambitions lay instead with the Divine Dragon and the path to immortality. Otherwise, if he and Ding Ling joined forces like a pair of twin swords, their edge would surely shine all the brighter.

Before long, the mansion guard was led into the main hall by the young man.

He wore a high-collared, narrow-sleeved guard uniform, with a long saber hanging at his waist. He looked heroic and spirited, yet his features were honest and simple. He was actually an acquaintance of Duàn Yì's—the