As he watched the young cultivator leave, a trace of loneliness appeared on Lan Xue'er's beautiful face. A soft sigh escaped her red lips. After standing there blankly for a moment, she too rose into the air and flew out of Wanxue Peak.
Toward the young master of Manghuang Mountain, who had rescued her several times, Lan Xue'er felt something unusual in her heart. This feeling seemed to have already gone beyond her original, simple desire to repay his kindness.
Just now, Lan Xue'er had steeled her heart, taken out the priceless Flying Immortal Diagram, and personally handed it before the young cultivator, wanting to give it to him.
What shocked Lan Xue'er beyond measure, however, was that the young cultivator had merely glanced at it before returning it to her hand, as though he had no interest whatsoever in those overseas immortal mountains.
This left Lan Xue'er utterly astonished. One had to know that the Flying Immortal Diagram was something every cultivator and sect desperately wanted. Moreover, whenever the immortal mountains appeared in the world, only a certain number of these diagrams existed, while the cultivators who could enter numbered no more than a hundred.
For a cultivator to encounter the immortal mountains appearing in the world even once in his lifetime was something anyone would yearn to experience. Even merely touring the outskirts of the immortal mountains would certainly yield an extremely rich harvest.
For that young cultivator to face such temptation without revealing the slightest stir in his heart was truly something an ordinary cultivator could never accomplish.
At this moment, Lan Xue'er's favorable impression of the young cultivator increased even further. An unusual feeling quietly sprouted in the depths of the young girl's heart.
Qin Fengming piloted the White Swift Boat, while above his head swarmed