"Saintess, business first."
Beside the young woman, an old crone's lips moved, but she made no sound. Ning Xuan, however, instantly discerned her words.
"Let's see... who was it, now? The one who died in Burial Sand City. I never expected you to take her place," Ning Xuan remarked nonchalantly.
The young woman opposite him was quite clever. Her beautiful eyes widened in astonishment. "You haven't forgotten my name, have you?"
Ning Xuan flatly denied it. "Of course not. You're from Su Yue Zhuai. After we parted at the Pride Hunting Ground, you even gave me a Storage Ring from the Martial God Temple."
Yuan Yurong was utterly mortified. This guy clearly has no idea what my name is! If you don't know, why can't you just admit it? What he just said... is he trying to provoke a conflict between two top-tier sects?!
