The realm of Dongsheng Shenzhou.
Inside a first-class guest room at Pingjin Jade Pavilion.
"Leader, who are you writing to?"
A woman in a pale yellow dress looked curiously at Li Yingling as she gently set the candied fruit Li Yingling had asked her to buy on the table.
Li Yingling wrote the letter herself, her expression somewhat cold. "My master."
Zhang Miaoyu asked curiously, "Were the earlier letters for your master too?"
"Yes."
"Then why haven't we seen your master write back?"
At that, Li Yingling could not help raising her head to look at Zhang Miaoyu, who had cultivation to spare but lacked brains.
Back in the sect, she had thought no one could be more foolish than her junior brothers and sisters. Only after leaving had she realized that fools were everywhere.
Someone like Second Junior Brother would probably count as a genius here.
Had she misunderstood Second Junior Brother all this time?
Li Yingling's voice was slightly icy. "We're constantly traveling. Do you think my master knows where to send a letter?"
Zhang Miaoyu froze for a moment, then enlightenment dawned on her face-that made perfect sense.
But when it came to Li Yingling's master, Zhang Miaoyu really was terribly curious.
Their leader had only just entered the realm of the Eastern Victory Divine Continent, yet she had already made quite a name for herself—the Cold Sword Immortal Maiden.
She could be called invincible within the Golden Core realm. Zhang Miaoyu even felt that cultivators who had just reached Nascent Soul might not be able to defeat their leader.
It was not merely her cultivation that inspired admiration. Beyond her strength, their leader's intelligence was genuinely frightening to behold.
The disparities of the world were perfectly displayed in Li Yingling.
Calling her someone whose calculations never