Above the firmament, the two massive Domain Flying Boats came to a halt, facing each other from afar. Su Bei moved closer to the front, observing the scene unfolding before him.
Wenren Pingxin reclined leisurely in her chair, her posture graceful. She squinted at the man before her and chuckled, though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes, "Ah, Elder Ling Ran, it has been a while! However, I'm curious as to why you'd stop the Sword Sect's flying boat?"
The man named Ling Ran chuckled. His gaze swept over the crowd. When it landed on the sword slung across Su Bei's waist, his eyes visibly lit up. Then, lifting his head to look at Su Bei, he spoke, a hint of profound meaning in his smile, "This must be Elder Su, I presume. Defeating Elder Luo—you truly live up to your reputation!"
Su Bei raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled. It seemed like a compliment, but why did his gaze feel so unsettlingly malicious?
