Mu Jianping

"Where is Zhao Family Village?"

Ding Ling continued asking.

Seeing Ding Ling dressed in fine clothes and carrying himself with extraordinary bearing, the old man could tell at a glance that he was some important figure. He became somewhat awkward, hunching over as he answered deferentially:

"I don't know where it is either. I only know that if you head forward for another twenty-some li, you might reach Qingyun Town."

"Qingyun Town?"

The names of one small town after another flashed through Ding Ling's mind, but for a while, he truly couldn't remember any place in the Vast Lands of the Nine Provinces called Qingyun Town.

He turned to the girl:

"May I ask if you know where this place is?"

"Lin'an."

Seeing that Ding Ling was extraordinary in both bearing and appearance, an exceptionally handsome man rarely seen in this world, the girl couldn't help staring at him in a daze. Only when Ding Ling spoke to her did she blush slightly and answer shyly:

"Qingyun Town is a small town under Lin'an's jurisdiction."

"Lin'an."

Ding Ling nodded and smiled.

"Thank you."

He was gentle, refined, polite, and courteous, making people feel as if they were basking in a spring breeze.

Seeing this, the old man became a little less reserved and said with a simple grin, "I didn't help you with anything. There's no need to thank me, young hero."

He hurriedly took out a cup, poured some tea, and said:

"If you don't mind, why not have a cup of tea? You look like you've traveled a long way, young hero. Are you from out of town?"

"You could say that."

Ding Ling had originally intended to leave immediately, but seeing the old man's expression and complexion, he found it difficult to refuse. He sat down, picked