They entered the courtyard.
Li Yun invited Ding Yun and the others to sit, but Ding Yun did not appreciate the gesture. She gave a cold snort. "This is my Sixth Uncle's home. I'm not a guest, so I don't need you arranging things for me."
She continued glaring at Li Yun with her round eyes, sizing him up without the slightest politeness.
Ding Yun was somewhat unconvinced.
Before joining the Huayuan Sect, she had often come here to play. In her eyes, Ding Baisheng was a powerful man, and ever since childhood, she had hoped to take him as her master.
Yet although Ding Baisheng had treated her quite well, he had still politely declined her request to become his disciple.
She had no choice but to join the Huayuan Sect.
Who would have thought that after she had spent only three years at the Huayuan Sect, Ding Baisheng would take in an unfamiliar boy who looked far younger than her as his disciple upon her return?
Wasn't that plainly saying Ding Baisheng thought little of her and favored someone else instead?
Why?
Her aptitude was not poor at all. After joining the Huayuan Sect, she had relied on her own abilities to achieve the Acquired to Innate Reversal within three years, becoming a Martial Dao practitioner of the Mortal Transformation Realm and advancing into an Inner Sect Disciple of the Huayuan Sect.
Even if such aptitude was not one in ten thousand, it was surely one in a thousand.
If this fellow named Li Shaoyun truly had better aptitude than her, how could no other sect have taken a fancy to him, leaving him instead to become the disciple of an obscure man like Ding Baisheng?
Li Yun saw her dissatisfaction, but he could not care less.
"Heh...