"Many thanks."
Zhao Rong clasped his hands and said, "I would not have come here to look for this letter if it were not for the possibility of letting old Feng down."
Feng Qingyang smiled upon hearing this.
Linghu Chong and Yue Ling Shan listened to the talk of "loneliness of the unmatched" without interjecting.
The two of them, one from the perspective of Dugu Qiubai, and the other already the unparalleled beauty of the world, could engage in such high-level conversation.
Whether others agreed or dared not concur, rashly pointing out flaws would seem inconsiderate, even if the two did not mind.
On the mountain path not far away,
Ning, the heroine, and Yue, the Sect Leader, had already turned to descend the mountain.
"Brother, did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
