Facing such a cold and hard attitude, Zi Ling's smile stiffened even more.
In terms of background, they have a Daluo Immortal Venerable above them, far surpassing her own master, and in terms of status, the two before her were genuinely disciples of Immortal Venerable, while she was merely a mount.
Even if she was given the cold shoulder, she had no choice but to endure it.
Moreover...
Zi Ling retreated to the next best thing, taking a seat on the cushion behind.
Then she glanced down at the foot of the mountain.
She was no longer the Purple-Bearded White Dragon from Union Dao of the past; under the numerous favors of General Qingluan, her cultivation had undergone earth-shattering changes.
With her current strength, her perception of killing intent was extremely acute.
What's more, such sharp killing intent, lurking beneath it, was an aura identical to her own.
She had already seen the appearance of that person, truly... so many old acquaintances.