The White Bone Loose Immortal looked cold and aloof, her aura unfathomable.
The woman outside the door stirred, her gaze falling on the White Bone Loose Immortal with a hint of suspicion in her eyes.
Yang Ling hurriedly cupped his fists. "Master!"
The White Bone Loose Immortal said nothing, showing no fluctuation of emotion.
"She's your master?"
The woman spoke.
Yang Ling sneered. "My master is stronger than you by who knows how much. You were lying in wait for me outside the door, weren't you? Then don't even think about leaving!"
He pointed at the woman and said quietly to the White Bone Loose Immortal:
"Master, she's the one!"
The woman frowned slightly, wariness showing in her eyes. Had she been lured into a trap?
The White Bone Loose Immortal still made no movement, her eyes looking very wooden.
I'm screwed.
Without betraying anything, Yang Ling leaned forward as if listening, nodding from time to time with a deeply respectful expression.
After a long while, he straightened and looked at the woman.
"My master said that Land Immortals have their dignity, and she hopes you'll conduct yourself accordingly."
"What did your master say?"
A trace of amusement suddenly appeared in the woman's eyes.
"Your master doesn't seem to have said anything. It has the scent of a Primordial Spirit, so it's some sort of Primordial Spirit technique, isn't it?
"Tricks like this might fool those Fourth and Fifth Ranks, but you're trying to deceive me with it?
"What do you take me for?"
"A frog at the bottom of a well."
Yang Ling snorted coldly and cupped his fists toward the White Bone Loose Immortal.
"Master, please rest for a while and let your disciple try persuading this person again. If she truly won't listen, I'll ask you to