Sixty-two Frames

As for the three Feng Family Disciples she had cured, their feelings were particularly complicated once they learned that Qiao Ranran had sacrificed her own chance to advance to save them. Still, they came to thank her with utmost sincerity and presented her with generous "medical fees."

But even when the Yao Mountain Secret Realm closed, Pei Ling still had not emerged.

After being teleported out of the Secret Realm, Qiao Ranran was rather downcast. Many cultivators came over to greet her, but she showed little interest.

Yan Qingsui propped his chin on his hand and pondered for ages, yet still had no idea how to comfort Qiao Ranran. If Pei Ling could not leave the Central Spirit Hall safely, their next meeting would be a hundred years away.

"Qiao Qiao, what are your plans? Shall I take you back to the sect?" If Pei Ling did not come out, he would have to escort Qiao Ranran back himself.

Qiao Ranran gave an absentminded "Huh?" before saying, "Then let's go back to the sect..." She had nowhere else to go anyway, so she might as well return and enter seclusion to advance.

As for Pei Ling—

"Didn't you promise you wouldn't leave me behind?"

The moment that cool, detached voice rang out again, Qiao Ranran's heart trembled. She turned to look, and there stood Pei Ling behind her, as though he had never left.

Qiao Ranran huffed. "When did I ever say that?"

Pei Ling bent down and leaned closer, a trace of cool amusement in his eyes. "So you were going to leave me behind?"

Qiao Ranran muttered, "I wasn't..."

Pei Ling ruffled Qiao Ranran's fluffy head. "Good." He glanced around. He truly had not expected Qiao Ranran to strike up conversations with so many people in the brief