Lin Yuan burst into hearty laughter, lifting Chen Lan up and saying, "No need for such formality, junior brother. Our friendship is beyond compare to others'.
They exchanged a few more pleasantries and sat down again. Chen Lan casually asked, "I wonder, what happened to the Python Spirit that killed my disciple?"
"I've heard that it's being relentlessly pursued by Ning Chongxuan from our sect, and there's been no news yet."
"Ning Chongxuan?" Chen Lan thought for a moment, as if recalling the person. "Rumor has it that he possesses exceptional aptitude, achieving the Xuan Guang Stage in just forty years of cultivation and is just one step away from the Hua Dan Realm. Is this true?"
Lin Yuan snorted, saying, "No matter how powerful he is, he is still just a rootless cultivator. In the sect, it's still us noble family disciples who hold the fort."
Nearby Cangwu Mountain, two streaks of light flashed by like lightning, one before the other.
