A moment later, Yu Jing'an put down his phone, his face alight with excitement as he looked at Ling Daoyi.
Ling Daoyi was just as excited. Yu Jing'an didn't need to tell him anything; he had heard everything Li Hongtian had said to Yu Jing'an on the phone.
"Master, that Ning Xian Zun agreed to meet with us!"
Unable to contain his excitement, Yu Jing'an spoke with delight.
"Mm."
Ling Daoyi forced down his joy and gave a soft reply, but a smile crept onto his face. "As long as Ning Xian Zun is willing to meet, we'll have a chance to persuade him."
"Exactly."
Yu Jing'an replied, then took a deep breath. "I hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow!"
"Let's hope so!"
Ling Daoyi chimed in. After the initial excitement and delight had passed, he began to feel somewhat uneasy and nervous.
After all, whether they could persuade Ning Wangshu to help them at tomorrow's meeting would determine whether the Tiandao Sect could preserve its mountain gate, which had carried on its legacy for thousands of years!
Ling Daoyi couldn't help feeling nervous.
Xu Ziming, standing nearby, listened to the conversation between Ling Daoyi and Yu Jing'an, puzzled. He still had no idea what the Tiandao Sect was up against.
But he didn't dare ask.
The last time he'd asked out of curiosity, Yu Jing'an had scolded him.
Xu Ziming could only suppress his curiosity.
In the blink of an eye, it was the following morning. A little after nine, Ling Daoyi and Yu Jing'an set off early for nearby Qingshan Park.
They didn't bring Xu Ziming this time.
When they arrived at the entrance to Qingshan Park, it was still about ten minutes before ten, and no one else was there. So the two of them could only wait.