At this moment, Ning Fa looked at the blue-robed young woman, who had likewise breathed a sigh of relief.
"You know me?"
The blue-robed young woman immediately gave a charming smile. "Who does not know Senior Ning's great name now?"
Ning Fa smiled and stopped paying attention to the two of them, heading straight into Sword Training Valley.
He had never forgotten about taking revenge on the Pei Clan.
However, this was still the mountain gate of the Spiritual Pivot Pavilion, and Pei Ruiqing was one of its core disciples.
One must spare the monk for the Buddha's sake. If he made a move against Pei Ruiqing, it would indeed be difficult to answer to the Spiritual Pivot Pavilion and Hermit Xuyuan, especially after he had received no small amount of favor from the Spiritual Pivot Pavilion.
Pei Ruiqing, too, felt as though he had been granted amnesty. He hurriedly mounted his escape light and rushed away.
Before long, Ning Fa used the Elder token Sang Wen had given him to pass through the restrictions outside Sword Training Valley and enter it.
As far as the eye could see, a faint gray mist filled the valley, obscuring its exact appearance. He could vaguely make out a winding bluestone path stretching deep into the valley.
On the valley walls flanking the path, only a number of cave entrances had been carved out, from which sharp sword howls faintly rang out.
At that moment, Ning Fa's expression shifted. He sensed another slight disturbance from his Sword Soul Pearl, and the thing drawing it seemed to lie deep within this valley.
Just as Ning Fa stepped forward, a gray-robed cultivator arrived before him, seeming slow yet swift, and respectfully saluted him. "Greetings, Senior Ning."
The man was slightly stoop-shouldered, with grizzled hair, and