On the way to Chengyu Lane, Ding Songyan first gave her the key details of his earlier predicament, Yan Changqing's deception, the strange behavior of the Ding Family's household, and Ding Qingyan's true identity, leaving Su Qingli utterly dumbfounded.
"Uh, your little sister is the 'Nine-Evil Witch,' Ji Hanyi?" The girl was stunned. "Every night when I urged you to write Legend of the White Snake and chatted with you, she was sleeping in the inner room behind the screen, close enough for us to hear her breathing? No wonder I kept forgetting those important things without realizing it. I thought it was because I'd been attacked on the road!"
Even now, Ding Songyan still felt as though it had all been a dream.
He agreed with her for a moment, then recounted what had happened today, again omitting the small piece of Hundun Remains he had obtained and the unusual qualities Ji Hanyi had pointed out.
"Wow!" Su Qingli exclaimed. "You really killed Yan Yong! An ordinary person killed the Great Grandmaster most likely to reach the Spirit Platform Realm in the Sage-Slaying Path's last hundred years! If word gets out, it'll be a first-rate legend of the martial world-the kind that lives on for a century!"
That praise sounds awfully nice... Looking back, Ding Songyan also felt he had accomplished something no small feat, so he accepted Miss Xiaoqing's encouragement without embarrassment, the corners of his mouth lifting.
Looking at the clear blue sky and bright sunshine, so unlike North Water Street, he thought from the heart:
What fighting and killing, what snatching life from death, what mysteries of Kunlun and the Celestial Emperor's Palace? How could any of that compare with shooting the breeze with good-for-nothing friends?
Inside Riverwave Hall, two of the massive pillars had