On a road through the forest.
Jiang Ning brought Zhong Ling with him and appeared before Zhong Yue and Old Beggar.
Hearing Jiang Ning's compliment, Old Beggar immediately nodded.
"Then tell me, what is this old man's title? What is this old man's origin?"
"Uh..." Jiang Ning opened his mouth, momentarily speechless.
"I knew it! You youngster were definitely just brushing me off!" Old Beggar blew out his beard and glared.
Jiang Ning gave an embarrassed smile.
Then he looked toward Zhong Yue, his expression turning solemn.
"Prefect Zhong, I have not failed my mission. Zhong Ling has been brought back whole and unharmed!"
As he spoke, Jiang Ning reached out and pulled Zhong Ling out from where she had been shrinking behind him.
"Grandpa Xuan!" Looking at Zhong Yue, Zhong Ling murmured.
"Prefect Zhong, Miss Zhong Ling is now returned to you safe and sound! I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first!" Jiang Ning said, cupping his hands.
"Good!" Zhong Yue nodded.
Then he looked at his own great-granddaughter and said, "Why aren't you coming over quickly!"
"Yes, Grandpa Xuan!" Zhong Ling lowered her head and answered obediently, moving her legs forward.
The next moment.
Jiang Ning turned and left.
Li Sixiang had gone.
Since Xiao Qiushui had made her choice, he would not let this grudge continue.
As thoughts turned in his mind, Jiang Ning soon left Zhong Yue and the others' line of sight.
Along the way.
His speed was not fast.
Everything that had just happened kept flashing back through his mind.
In particular, Li Sixiang's brief move just now replayed again and again in his mind.
That kind of impossibly powerful pressure made him truly understand that the difference of a single grade was like heaven and earth.