Pei Ziheng remained calm and composed, and simply said, "Pei Ziheng."
Lin Ge smiled and said gently, "Lin Ge."
Ning Shi stood to the side, coldly uttering two words: "Ning Shi."
After listening to everyone's words, Feng Chi glanced at them one by one and gained a general understanding of their personalities.
He stretched out his right hand and gently stroked his chin, pondering to himself: Apart from Pei Zimo and Lin Hongyu, who seemed simple-minded, the thoughts of the others were not on the surface.
In addition, considering the cultivation levels of these individuals, although Pei Zimo and the other two didn't seem particularly bright, their talent was truly remarkable for their age.
Sure enough, none of the boss's subordinates were mediocre.
Just then, a soft knocking sound came from outside the hall.
Nan Xunran slowly raised her eyes and said in a calm and unhurried voice, "Enter."
A servant hurried over, and as he Nan Xunran, he first bowed deeply respectfully before cautiously saying, "Your Majesty."
Upon Nan Xunran slightly turned his head and turned his gaze toward the servant.
The attendant hurriedly said, "The Saint Lord requests your presence at the sacred site."
He paused briefly to calm his slightly disordered breathing, then continued, "The Holy Maiden of the Azure Mourning Pavilion has won several matches in a row at the dojo, and her methods are quite ruthless. The Saint Lord has ordered you to teach her a lesson."
Nan Xunran's voice was clear and cool like a spring. "Okay."
Holy Land Dojo
Nalan Fu held the bone whip, let out a delicate shout, and swung it sharply.
In an instant, the whip flashed with a sharp whistling sound, sending one person flying. The person landed unconscious.
Nalan Xu stood to the side, raising her hand to her forehead, her face full of helplessness, not daring to look at Wan Huaishan's expression at all.
He inwardly groaned: It was one thing to suddenly decide to spar with the Crimson Plume Sacred Land, but to bully these ordinary disciples on their own turf was simply outrageous.
Nalan Xu forced a smile and said to Wan Huaishan, "Brother Wan, I will give each of these injured disciples a spiritual herb."
Wan Huaishan reached out and patted Nalan Xu's shoulder heavily, saying, "Call her down first."
Nalan Xu quickly shouted towards the stage, "Fu'er, come down first!"
Nalan Fu was engrossed in the fight when she heard the shout. She suddenly stopped, then lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped off the stage.
She muttered to herself, "What's wrong? I was having a great time playing."
Wan Huaishan patiently said, "The Dao Child will be here soon, so please stop bullying the ordinary disciples."
Upon hearing this, Nalan Fu's eyes immediately lit up. "Really? Finally, someone who can fight!"
Before she finished speaking, she moved gracefully and swayed to the side of the person who was quietly waiting.
She stretched out her nail-painted fingers and caressed the man's face, smiling sweetly, "Smile."
The man's brows were furrowed, and he moved his lips stiffly, like a wooden sculpture.
Upon seeing this, Nalan Fu's smile vanished instantly, like fireworks.
Immediately afterwards, she raised her hand and slapped the man hard across the face, causing his face to swell up instantly.
Then, she gently touched the glaring red handprint with her fingertips, muttering to herself, "Why does it look less and less like it?"
At first, Wan Huaishan merely glanced at it casually to the side, his expression unchanged, before turning back without a second thought.
However, in an instant, he turned back quickly, a look of astonishment flashing across his eyes.
He frowned slightly and said, "Why does she look a bit like Ran'er?"
Nalan Xu sighed softly and said slowly, "This person was found by Fu'er; he's just a substitute who looks quite similar to her beloved."
Then, he continued thoughtfully, "She does indeed resemble the Divine Son Xunran somewhat, but Fu'er has always been in the Lower Realm, so her beloved could not possibly be the Divine Son Xunran."
Wan Huaishan nodded slightly.
A commotion arose in the distance.
The disciples who had been surrounding them quickly dispersed, their movements swift and respectful, making way for a wide path and shouting in unison, "Holy Son!"
Nan Xunran walked slowly towards them, a gentle breeze ruffling his hair, a few strands brushing against his handsome face.
Wan Huaishan's face immediately broke into a smile, and he called out, "Ran'er."
Nalan Xu, with a solemn expression, respectfully said, "Divine Son Xunran."
He turned to look at Nalan Fu, but saw that she was not moving.
He quickly reached out and pressed her down to bow, his brow furrowing slightly as he hissed in a low voice, "What are you daydreaming about!"
However, at this moment, Nalan Fu seemed to have lost her soul, her eyes fixed on Nan Xunran, muttering to herself, "... How could this be?"
The man standing beside her was also filled with surprise when he saw Nan Xunran's face, thinking to himself: Is this the person?