A few years earlier, Qiao Ranran had set out with Wei Huai and Zhong Yunkun, intending to look into another opportunity. None of them had expected Langhuan Blessed Land to appear along the way. Just as Qiao Ranran had hoped, she had been fortunate enough to encounter it again in this life, and it had welcomed her once more.
She knew Wei Huai had obtained a Swordsmanship manual in Langhuan Blessed Land, but she had never expected him to make such progress in just a few years. Now he was busy in Seclusion.
"Good luck, Fellow Daoist Yu." With that, she took Pei Ling's hand and strode away.
Yu Mingxuan was left standing there with that single "good luck," her expression dark.
Wen Ziheng glanced at Qiao Ranran's retreating figure. When they had first met, Qiao Ranran had either ignored him or met him with barbs, as though they had some grievance between them. Now, with Yu Mingxuan, he seemed to be seeing the same thing. "Is there bad blood between you two?"
Yu Mingxuan gave a noncommittal hum. She glanced at Feng Changdong, who had just emerged from the Quiet Chamber, before turning to Wen Ziheng. "She looks down on me."
Feng Changdong, who was straightening his cuff, paused for a moment. He looked up at the gloomy Yu Mingxuan. "Miss Qiao isn't that kind of person."
Yu Mingxuan sneered. "She is exactly that kind of person." Remembering what Qiao Ranran had said to her during their earlier encounters, her eyes grew unreadable. "She has a sect to rely on and people to protect her and hand her resources. Advancing is as easy as drinking water for her, so she looks down on someone like me, who does whatever it takes to survive and advance." Yu Mingxuan raised her