Ruo Lan stayed at the Emei Golden Summit, waiting for Ding Ling.
Cheng Letian was very attentive to Ruo Lan, constantly trying to curry favor with her and asking her for guidance.
Ruo Lan was an open-minded and broad-hearted person. Faced with Cheng Letan's attentiveness, she instead felt somewhat embarrassed, so whenever Cheng Letian asked her for advice, she would carefully instruct her.
That day, she suddenly sensed something. Looking up, she saw a dazzling streak of cold light pierce through the sea of clouds. With a sharp whoosh, it landed right in front of her in an instant.
She focused her eyes.
The person who had arrived was none other than Ding Ling, the Fortress Lord of the Jade Pool Immortal Fortress, whom she had been thinking about day and night.
Joy appeared on her face as she called out brightly:
"Fortress Lord!"
Ding Ling smiled and nodded.
"Where's Dan Chenzi?"
"He's in the rear hall, guiding Lian Xing in his cultivation."
"I'll go take a look."
"I'll come with you."
"Good."
Whoosh, whoosh!
The two of them, one in front and one behind, vanished into the depths of the Immortal Palace like streaks of light in the blink of an eye.
Cheng Letian was stunned, then hurried after them. She had not even had time to curry favor with Ding Ling before he disappeared. She secretly regretted it, thinking, How can I win Senior Ding's recognition? I must take him as my master!
She had witnessed that sword strike from Ding Ling.
Cheng Letian still could not forget it.
Compared with Ding Ling, she now truly looked down on her master, Duan Lei.
As the saying went, without comparison, there was no sense of harm.
Although Duan Lei was far, far stronger than the most powerful martial generals