In the distance, the first figure they saw was Ding Wei, leading the way, his body wrapped in a bleak, chill wind.
Then.
A dazzling streak of flight-light, like a meteor in broad daylight, tore through the dense clouds. Radiance blazed and glittered as it sped along; with a sharp hiss, it crossed the intervening distance in an instant, then slowly descended before them, landing halfway up the little mountain.
"...What?"
When he made out the figure within that brilliant white flight-light.
Even Ding Xian, for all his deep reserves of composure, could not help being startled.
Then his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and hundreds upon thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.
Such naturally perfect looks actually exist in this world? They weren't fashioned by a divine ability? How extraordinary! In that case, I fear Yu'er...
Ding Xian sighed inwardly, but betrayed nothing on his face.
Light flickered in his eyes. Laughing heartily, he stepped down from the carriage and took the lead in going forward to greet him.
After an exchange of courtesies.
And a period of conversation.
Ding Xian saw that Chen Heng was not only an elegant figure with looks scarcely matched in all the world, but also refined in speech and neither servile nor overbearing in bearing. His delight grew.
Even if this young man hadn't obtained the Yin-Eroding Red Water inheritance, he must have some other good fortune to his name. This aura of his is rather unusual-quite peculiar indeed.
After their brief but thoroughly agreeable exchange, Ding Xian could not help thinking this.
As a ghost deity who governed the Five Clouds Wilds, and a fortunate guest who had listened to a Pure Yang True Lord's teachings.
He not only possessed profound cultivation and boundless magical power comparable to a Golden Core True