The Pursuer

On top of the mountain peak, a portrait hung in midair.

The lady in the portrait had delicate features and a kind of beauty that pulsated souls.

Though it was merely a painting, it accurately replicated Yan Xin Yan. It was as if she was standing right before Ling Xian’s eyes.

"No wonder the Immortal of Arrays cannot forget her even today. She really is a beauty." Ling Xian grinned. "There truly is a reason for all her fame. Can I please have this?"

"You want this?"

Yan Ning Zhi was getting more and more confused. However, since she felt an attraction towards Ling Xian, she couldn’t say no. With a smile, she nodded. "Okay, since you want it, then take it."

"Thank you."

Ling Xian grinned again and sent the portrait inside the Painting of the Nine Immortals.