Even if Pei Ling did not care about the looks from the people of the Heavenly Evolution Sword Sect, the shabbiest Spirit Ship he could bring out would probably look like this. Besides, he did not mind taking the opportunity to put those people who looked down their noses at others in their place.
Before they left the ship, someone hurried over. Looking at his vaguely familiar face, Qiao Ranran suddenly felt as though a lifetime had passed.
The newcomer was Xiang Rongxi, one of Wen Ziheng's companions in her previous life. She had not seen him for so long in this life that she had nearly forgotten him. More than a decade had passed, yet he had only just advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage. His progress was a far cry from what it had been in her previous life. And judging by his relationship with Wen Ziheng, they did not seem particularly close. At least, she had never seen him at Wen Ziheng's side.
"Fellow Daoist Qiao!" Xiang Rongxi called, his face full of urgency. "Please wait!"
Qiao Ranran stopped, holding on to an impatient Pei Ling as she waited to hear what Xiang Rongxi had to say.
"Please save someone, Fellow Daoist Qiao." Xiang Rongxi glanced at Yan Qingsui, who sat comfortably at the bow, and said sorrowfully, "I've already prepared your fee!"
Over the years, Qiao Ranran had made a name for herself. Everyone knew she was forthright about asking for payment. She would save a life, but afterward, her fee had to be paid. Otherwise, there would be no second time.
Some had once thought her foolish. She openly asked for fees but took no forceful measures to collect them, earning herself a reputation for loving money and losing the bearing expected of the righteous.