His bearing was steady, his gaze calm.
That was Yang Lingtian. He seemed to be heading somewhere else.
When Lan Caiyu saw Yang Lingtian, her eyes suddenly lit up.
A thought flashed through her mind like lightning.
Right, take him along—take this newly arrived Guest Elder with me.
With him there, that Qianyu fellow would at least rein himself in, wouldn't he?
Besides, it would let Qianyu see that there were other outstanding men beside her, Lan Caiyu.
Hmph. Let him keep thinking he was so great.
At the thought, the reluctance in Lan Caiyu's heart was instantly diluted by this sudden plan.
She even felt that this might be a pretty good idea.
Without further hesitation, she hurried forward to meet him.
"Elder Yang." Her crisp voice carried a trace of urgency.
Yang Lingtian stopped and looked at her. "Miss Lan, is something the matter?"
Lan Caiyu took several steps to him and, without bothering with etiquette, reached out and grabbed Yang Lingtian by the sleeve.
Her movement was somewhat hasty, and she used no little force.
Yang Lingtian's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but he did not pull away.
"Elder Yang, do me a favor!" Lan Caiyu tilted up her little face and said hurriedly, "Come with me to receive someone!"
A hint of cunning glimmered in her eyes, along with an air that brooked no refusal.
Looking at her like this, Yang Lingtian roughly guessed what was going on.
Could it be that she's going to meet that Holy Son of the Myriad Divine Sect? Is this girl planning to use me as a shield?
He found it somewhat amusing, but remembering Lan Xuan's earlier instructions and his identity as a Guest Elder, he did not refuse.
"Who are we receiving?" he asked, though he already knew.
"Oh,