Just as she was about to collapse, Duan Lei appeared and took her in.
She had finally gotten her wish and joined the Emei Sect.
She should have been delighted.
But today's battle
had shown her that there was always someone better, that the heavens lay beyond the heavens, and that immortals stood beyond immortals!
The many mighty Sword Immortals of Emei—
the Sword Immortals she had considered invincible, with boundless divine might, had actually been unable to withstand even a casual flash of sword light. The Emei Sect's Senior Brother Dan Chenzi, Duan Lei, and the others had all been defeated and severely wounded in an instant!
Yet Ding Ling, the guest of the Jade Pool Immortal Fortress, had killed the invading enemy in a single move, making it look effortless and as easy as lifting a finger!
Such an expert's bearing and a Sword Immortal's methods
filled Cheng Letian with admiration, reverence, and boundless fervor.
Her worship of the strong had flared up.
She had almost instinctively wanted to take Ding Ling as her master.
But she was also afraid Ding Ling would disdain her for abandoning one allegiance for another and being "fickle and changeable," so she had tactfully expressed that she wanted to follow Ding Ling, even if it was only to serve as a maid who brought him tea and water.
She had put it far too bluntly.
Duan Lei had heard her, and his face had turned pale, gloom covering his brows and eyes.
Cheng Letian, however, acted as if she had not seen it. Her large eyes shone as she gazed at Ding Ling, her heroic face full of eagerness.
It was as if she had seen a god and discovered the truth.
"Get up."
Ding Ling's Martial True Qi settled onto Cheng