The next day, in Tower City.
Fang Lian rose early and went to a prison in West City. Half an hour later, Fang Qianyuan arrived with Little White.
The prison had originally been built jointly by the city's aristocratic clans to hold cultivators who had broken the law. Since it was sturdy enough, the army had requisitioned it to hold prisoners of war temporarily.
Red Scorpion, the Eastern Sea cultivator Fang Qianyuan had captured alive, was being held here.
"Young Master Fang, you're here."
"Good morning, Immortal Maiden Qingmeng. You arrived so early?" Fang Qianyuan was a little surprised to see Fang Lian. He could tell that she had already been waiting here for some time.
"I happened to have nothing to do, so I came early," Fang Lian said with a smile, though she seemed somewhat reserved.
This was not at all how one treated a talented peer. Rather, it resembled the way one treated an accomplished senior.
This member of the Azure Cloud Eight Elites had gone from initial dismissiveness to taking him seriously, and now to looking up to him. She had even developed a measure of awe toward this fellow sect genius who was slightly younger than her.
As one of the outstanding members of the sect's younger generation, Fang Lian was undoubtedly proud. In the eyes of others, she was also lofty and unapproachable, like an immortal maiden from a celestial palace.
When someone was about their equal, people like her would treat them as equals. When someone surpassed them, it would likewise stir their fighting spirit, driving them to rise up and chase after them.
This was the confidence of the elite and the strong.
Making such people look up to others, or even stand in awe of them, was almost a miracle.
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