Many Thanks, Fellow Daoist

Gao Xian had originally thought Zhi Cheng looked rather cute. A Nascent Soul True Lord with such a naturally innocent, artless, adorably guileless air was not something one saw often.

Generally speaking, anyone brought out to receive guests would surely be slick and tactful, sharp-witted and socially adept. He had not expected this little girl to truly say whatever came to mind, so utterly incapable of conversation. His opinion of her immediately changed, and he decided to have less to do with idiots like this.

It was probably because the Daluo Sect thought so highly of itself that they did not deliberately cater to their guests. The Daoist Lords naturally could not bicker with a little girl.

Besides, though the child was rather silly, she would not go so far as to provoke Daoist Lords with words begging for a beating.

Yet Zhi Cheng did not think she had said anything wrong. In her heart, Zhi Zhen was the greatest; she was no worse than a Spirit Transformation cultivator. Gao Xian and the others were all Nascent Soul cultivators, so it was only natural that they could not compare to Zhi Zhen.

Or rather, there was simply no need to compare them at all.

She also felt that she and Gao Xian had hit it off at once, as though they were old friends at first sight. She said to him, "Come find me when you have time, Fellow Daoist. I happen to have arranged to meet Fellow Daoist Like Lightning from Dragon Elephant Palace. I'll take you two around Daluo City..."

"Like Lightning of Dragon Elephant Palace?"

Gao Xian found the dharma name a little strange, but he immediately understood. It had taken two characters from the scripture line, Like Dew, Like Lightning, as a dharma name.

Wisdom serene,