Immediately, Ning Lang's face revealed a sinister look.
"No one expected this kid would become a cultivator. Good, very good!"
That day in Bai Qi's Tomb, she was defeated by Yang Fei, which was a humiliation she considered as the shame of her life.
Now, seeing Yang Fei joining the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, new and old grievances surfaced in her heart.
Across from Ning Lang, the white-bearded old Taoist watched the expression on Ning Lang's face with some suspicion.
"What? Does this loose cultivator from the mundane world know Miss Ning Lang?"
Ning Lang snorted softly and said indifferently.
"I encountered this person in the space fragments before. At that time, Jian Xu was also there. Go ask him."
The white-bearded old Taoist, looking at Ning Lang's expression, vaguely understood something.
Ning Lang is a very proud woman, who never lets go of any grudge.
