"Daoist Ning, I have a request. Could we speak privately for a moment? This matter will certainly be very beneficial to you!"
Luo Xiao spoke earnestly, clasping his fists and bowing, his attitude extremely courteous.
Ning Fan halted his steps, thoughtfully watching Luo Xiao, and after a moment, nodded and said, "Very well, let's find a different place to talk."
With that, Ning Fan flickered away, flying towards a nearby low mountain, quietly standing atop its peak.
This mountain was originally a thousand-zhang tall, but due to the aftermath from the earlier duel, only a hundred-zhang remained.
Seeing this, Luo Xiao also ascended into the air, flying to the top of that low mountain, leaving Liu Zhou, Ke Long, and the black-skirted lady behind, glancing at each other.
