Half a year had passed since the Yao Mountain Secret Realm closed. Qiao Ranran was still habitually out of touch, and Pei Ling was even harder to reach, but Zhou Lukang often traveled and knew quite a bit about what had happened there. At the very least, he knew Qiao Ranran had gained a great deal from the trip. The elite disciples of the various Sects spoke highly of her, especially her Medicine.
There was little news of Pei Ling, but Zhou Lukang had his own sources. He had learned that Pei Ling was probably the last person to leave the Secret Realm. Before he left, Pei Ling had reached at least the Ninth Level of the Central Spirit Hall, perhaps even higher.
So after learning how formidable his junior sister was, Zhou Lukang discovered that his junior brother was formidable too.
Qiao Ranran had a good impression of Zhou Lukang. Senior Brother Zhou was good at making money, attentive, and considerate. He seemed more dependable than Senior Brother Qi Zhuoyu, who loved watching the excitement.
"Senior Brother Zhou?" Qiao Ranran tilted her head to glance at the Teleportation Formation behind Zhou Lukang. Its Spiritual Power had dissipated, and its Formation Patterns were gradually fading. "Is there something urgent that brought you here? Can I help?"
If it were not urgent, there would have been no need to use a Teleportation Formation. The Profound Heart Sect was some distance from Fufeng City, but not especially far.
"Ah, there is something." Zhou Lukang rubbed his chin, seemingly considering how to explain it to Qiao Ranran. "Junior Sister, you probably know that our masters take on disciples when fate brings them together. Sometimes all it takes is one look. More often, though, the elders have no particular interest in taking disciples, so