Zheng Zhaoling looked toward Bai Xuanling, who stood in midair, with a slight frown.
Cloud Dream Pavilion was her sect, after all. As a core disciple selected and painstakingly nurtured by the sect, Zheng Zhaoling did feel a sense of belonging.
Bai Xuanling's manner and words showed some disrespect toward Cloud Dream Pavilion.
At the very least, she should have followed procedure and announced her arrival at the main entrance first.
Not long after that call to open the gates, once Bai Xuanling's identity had been confirmed, Cloud Dream Pavilion opened a small gap in its Mountain-Guarding Grand Array, allowing her to fly straight inside.
This was unprecedented, and it also showed that Cloud Dream Pavilion had already lost the first round in their contest of presence.
Seeing this, Zheng Zhaoling sighed softly inwardly.
Although they were all among the Eighteen Immortal Sects, sometimes they could only swallow their anger in silence.
Zheng Zhaoling turned her gaze back to Cui Hao.
"Bai Xuanling is here. Aren't you going to greet her?"
Cui Hao shook his head lightly and replied:
"If Senior Bai wants to see me, she'll naturally call for me. She doesn't like people making a fuss over greetings for no reason, either."
"What a bunch of oddballs," Zheng Zhaoling muttered.
Although Bai Xuanling had been discourteous, Zheng Zhaoling would not take that anger out on Cui Hao.
Only the incompetent vented their anger on others.
Zheng Zhaoling would not do anything so lacking in class.
She set down the sunflower seeds in her hand, then rose, intending to head toward Cloud Dream Pavilion's Main Hall.
Seeing this, Cui Hao asked, "Where are you going?"
Zheng Zhaoling stopped and, after some thought, answered honestly:
"You have your reasons for not going, but I'm a core disciple of Cloud Dream