"Go? Why wouldn't I go? That kid Lin has quite the reputation. Besides, I want to ask about Ruyan's news too." This time, Wang Tinglou did not hesitate, the expression on his face complicated to the extreme.
"What's this? Seeing your big brother get married, my worthy little brother can't endure the loneliness either?" Nailong True Person's teasing laughter reached his ears.
"Nonsense. I care about Ruyan only because she is Bing'er's younger sister, that's all. Do you think I'm like you, flirting with flowers and plucking grasses everywhere?" Wang Tinglou's face reddened, his flustered and exasperated voice entering their ears.
"Heh heh, Tinglou, you're refuting me without any backbone. If one day you stopped being such a block of wood, that would be fun."
Nailong True Person laughed loudly. Radiance flared around his whole body, and he left the spot as swiftly as wind and lightning.
Wang Tinglou was so angry his face went red and his neck swelled. After a slight hesitation, he still followed after him.
"I say, what exactly is going on here?" the Black-Robed Youth's voice reached their ears. That scene just now had left everyone staring in a daze.
"You're asking me? How would I know?"
Beside him, the rather pretty woman stamped her foot, her face likewise filled with bewilderment.
Since they were Nailong True Person's close friends, Wang Tinglou was naturally someone they knew of.
It was said that he was an immortal cultivator who had ascended from a lower realm.
At first, his cultivation had not been anything remarkable. Yet for some unknown reason, such a Lihe-level existence had gotten along extremely well with Nailong True Person. One could even say theirs was a friendship through life and death.
Everyone found it astonishing, but if Nailong wanted to recognize such a