"Forget it. Since I can't avoid this today no matter how I try, and since the two of you share this intention, wait here a moment. I'll go out and greet them first."
When Song Qingming had spoken earlier, Wang Lingji had naturally sensed that he intended to stand up for him.
But in Wang Lingji's view, for Song Qingming alone to make Yunyang Sect, the foremost sect in the East Sea, yield was truly rather unlikely.
That was why his expression had been slightly doubtful, and he had not immediately agreed to Song Qingming's proposal.
But now that Ling Zhentian beside him had also spoken up, the hesitation in Wang Lingji's eyes immediately turned into resolve.
After all, the man before him was a Late Nascent Soul Great Cultivator of profound cultivation. Across the entire Eastern Sea Cultivation World, few were qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Yunyang Sect might not be overly wary of Song Qingming, but before a Great Cultivator like Ling Zhentian, they would never dare offend him lightly.
Having made up his mind, Wang Lingji immediately cupped his hands toward the two men in thanks. Then, with a calm gaze, he walked out of the cabin.
After Wang Lingji left, Song Qingming looked at Ling Zhentian beside him somewhat unexpectedly.
During the banquet earlier, while Song Qingming and Wang Lingji had been raising cups and draining glasses, this fellow had seemed utterly uninterested.
Who would have thought that upon hearing Song Qingming say he wished to meet Yunyang Sect's people, he seemed to have suddenly come alive, with even a trace of cold light flashing in his eyes.
Seeing Song Qingming looking at him in confusion, Ling Zhentian raised his wine cup and calmly explained, "Ling simply dislikes being disturbed. If Fellow Daoist