Monk Nan Jiu sighed; although Great Elder Chang Luo's life was saved, I'm afraid his body is already ruined.
If An Qiniang finds out later, she will surely be furious.
Ye Lingyue and the Hunyuan Sect will be at odds till death.
"Master Nan Jiu, thank you for your assistance. I will always remember your kindness," Ye Lingyue's expression softened slightly, and she forced a smile.
"Friend Ye, there's no need to be polite. We are fated to meet, and your brewed wine is unparalleled. Are you interested in becoming a disciple of this monk?" Monk Nan Jiu, seeing that Ye Lingyue had just fought a major battle and still had clarity of mind, realized she was insightful and capable of letting go.
He had drifted around the Qing Province Continent like a duckweed for decades and had never met such a young person with a Wisdom Root. His heart stirred with the thought of taking her as a disciple.
