Small Qingxin Building.
Chen Ping'er asked about the cause of the dispute, and Ning Daoran told her the truth.
"Humph, that Master Yan Long relies on a Third-tier Early Stage Spiritual Beast and being Sister Xingtong's grand uncle, indeed he has long treated Xiyu Pavilion as his private property."
She pursed her red lips and smiled, "Actually, he's just an old man with peculiar habits. Fellow Daoist need not take him too seriously. However, the fact that you were able to fight a Golden Core Expert for so long is truly admirable."
"You jest, Fellow Daoist."
Ning Daoran frowned and said, "Several times, I was nearly killed by that old brute's Magical Treasure. If I had not bought so many Divine Speed Talismans from you, I might have died behind your Xiyu Pavilion today."
"Alas..."
Chen Ping'er sighed, knowing that Ning Daoran held some resentment in his heart—it was only human nature.
Afterward, she comforted him, which was no trouble at all.
...
The next day.