"Brother Wuwang," a voice called out as Fairy Ling arrived from outside the hall, stepping on a colorful cloud.
Upon seeing Wu Wang before the hall's entrance, a slight smile graced her lips. However, when her gaze swept over to Ji Mo, her smile vanished, and her brows furrowed.
"Why is he here too?"
Ji Mo's face instantly elongated to the length of a donkey's. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fairy, can you please not voice your inner thoughts!"
"Hmph."
Ling Xiaolan, hands clasped behind her back, gracefully drifted to Wu Wang's side. Beneath her embroidered shoes, a half-inch thick layer of Immortal Light shimmered, and her plain white gown swayed gently with the breeze.
She looked up slightly into Wu Wang's eyes, gave a small curtsy, and smiled.
"Congratulations to Sect Master Wuwang on your promotion to Wuwang Palace Lord. Finally, if I wish to find Brother Wuwang, I no longer need to venture into that Demonic Sect."
Wu Wang: ...
